I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.

When friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace, these only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope, nor deserted sorrow.

A mother is the truest friend we have.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

No man knows what the wife of his bosom is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.

The land of literature is a fairy land to those who view it at a distance, but, like all other landscapes, the charm fades on a nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.