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.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources, for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

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.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.