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

People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes.

We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?

There is no magician like love.

The future: A consolation for those who have no other.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.