It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.

I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.

Confidence is its own security.

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.