We care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in them ... so there are some men with whom a slight acquaintance is quite sufficient to draw out all that is agreeable; a more intimate one would be unsafe and unsatisfactory.

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.