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.

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

Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.

An aspersion upon my parts of speech!

They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over.

Our memories are independent of our wills.