There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.