We fancy that our afflictions are sent us directly from above; sometimes we think it in piety and contrition, but oftener in moroseness and discontent.

We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.

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

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

It is easy to look down on others; to look down on ourselves is the difficulty.

No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.

Circumstances form the character; but, like petrifying matters, they harden while they form.