She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

Would all, who cherish such wild wishes, but look around them, they would oftenest find their sphere of duty, of prosperity, and happiness, within those precincts, and in that station where Providence itself has cast their lot. Happy they who read the riddle without a weary world-search, or a lifetime spent in vain!

What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger, touching the sore place in your heart! Do you remember any act of enormous folly, at which you would blush, even in the remotest cavern of the earth? Then recognize your Shame.