That woman is happiest whose life is passed in the shadow of a manly, loving heart.
It is often a sign of wit not to show it, and not to see that others want it.
Order in a house ought to be like the machinery in opera, whose effect produces great pleasure, but whose ends must be hid.
It were no virtue to bear calamities if we did not feel them.
Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.