The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for gems.

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.

Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.

Too little is it considered, while we gaze on aristocratic beauty, how much good food, soft lying, warm wrapping, ease of mind, have to do with the attractions which command our admiration.

Better to be safe than sorry.

For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.