No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?

For in religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere.

Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.

The heart that is conscious of its own integrity is ever slow to credit another´s treachery.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.

When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.

I loved him for himself alone.