Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

One of the most marked characteristics of our day is a reckless neglect of principles, and a rigid adherence to their semblance.

Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pea, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty.

Mediocrity is beneath a brave soul.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.