Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings as now in October.

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

There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.

Death should take me while I am in the mood.