Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.
Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?
If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.
Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.
The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack
Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.