The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

Friendship may sometimes step a few paces in advance of truth.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

Many love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play, And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, Mind how at every touch, at every tone, A spark of life hath glistened and hath gone.

There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.