Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs? No - no, your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears.

A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.

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