Too young for woe, though not for tears.

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

I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them.

after a man passes 60 , his mischief is mainly in his head

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

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

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.