Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

There is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid as a knowledge of the world; and no one ever became an adept in it except at the expense of a hardened or a wounded heart.

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

There is no cosmetic like happiness

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

There is no magician like love.