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 cosmetic like happiness

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.

Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

There are some chagrins of the heart which a friend ought to try to console without betraying a knowledge of their existence, as there are physical maladies which a physician ought to seek to heal without letting the sufferer know that he has discovered their extent.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.