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

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.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

The most certain mode of making people content with us is to make them content with themselves.

We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them.

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.