There is no magician like love.

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

Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same.

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.

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.