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

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

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

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

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.

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

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.