He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

A man of maxims only is like a Cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.

Women have their heads in their hearts. Man seems to have been destined for a superior being; as things are, I think women generally better creatures than men. They have weaker appetites and weaker intellects but much stronger affections. A man with a bad heart has been sometimes saved by a strong head; but a corrupt woman is lost forever.

What is one man's gain is another's loss.