The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.

There was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was petticoat government.

Into the space of one little hour sins enough may be conjured up by evil tongues to blast the fame of a whole life of virtue.

Sometimes he spent hours together in the great libraries of Paris, those catacombs of departed authors, rummaging among their hoards of dusty and obsolete works in quest of food for his unhealthy appetite. He was, in a manner, a literary ghoul, feeding in the charnel-house of decayed literature.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

By a kind of fashionable discipline, the eye is taught to brighten, the lip to smile, and the whole countenance to emanate with the semblance of friendly welcome, while the bosom is unwarmed by a single spark of genuine kindness and good-will.

He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.