The paternal hearth, the rallying-place of the affections.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

It was Shakespeare's notion that on this day birds begin to couple; hence probably arose the custom of sending fancy love-billets.

Rising genius always shoots forth its rays from among clouds and vapours, but these will gradually roll away and disappear, as it ascends to its steady and meridian lustre.

The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.

To one given to day-dreaming, and fond of losing himself in reveries, a sea-voyage is full of subjects for meditation; but then they are the wonders of the deep and of the air, and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes.

I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.