There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

O, when the heart is, full, when bitter thoughts come crowding thickly up for utterance, and the poor common words of courtesy are such a very mockery, how much the bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!

Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.

There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.

The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.