Habit is, to weak minds, a species of moral predestination, from which they have no power to escape.
Our pleasures in literature do not, I think, decline with age; last 1st of January was my eighty-second birthday, and I think that I had as much enjoyment from books as I ever had in my life.
It is not so easy to do good as those who have never attempted it may imagine.
We are all apt to think that an opinion that differs from our own is a prejudice.
The human heart, at whatever age, opens to the heart that opens in return.
Beauty is a great gift of heaven; not for the purpose of female vanity, but a great gift for one who loves, and wishes to be beloved.