Then never less alone than when alone.
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.
Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.