Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

We are as happy as people can be, without making themselves ridiculous, and might be even happier; but, as a matter of taste, we choose to stop short at this point.

There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

The present is burdened too much with the past. We have not time, in our earthly existence, to appreciate what is warm with life, and immediately around us.

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

Families are always rising and falling in America.