When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.

We oftener say things because we can say them well, than because they are sound and reasonable.

It appears to be among the laws of nature, that the mighty of intellect should be pursued and carped by the little, as the solitary flight of one great bird is followed by the twittering petulance of many smaller.

Next in criminality to him who violates the laws of his country, is he who violates the language.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few are the easy ones that lie within it.

The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.

Falsehood is for a season.