I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small gay things, that bloom and please and fade and wither and are gone and we care not for them, are refreshing interests, in life, and if we cannot say never fading pleasures, we may say unreproved pleasures and never grieving losses.

Some people talk of morality, and some of religion, but give me a little snug property.

When the mind is full of any one subject, that subject seems to recur with extraordinary frequency - it appears to pursue or to meet us at every turn: in every conversation that we hear in every book we open, in every newspaper we take up, the reigning idea recurs; and then we are surprised, and exclaim at these wonderful coincidences.

Business was his aversion; Pleasure was his business.

Beauties are always curious about beauties, and wits about wits.

If young women were not deceived into a belief that affectation pleases, they would scarcely trouble themselves to practise it so much.

Love occupies a vast space in a woman's thoughts, but fills a small portion in a man's life.