Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

The busy have no time for tears.

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.