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

The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision.

The only happy author in this world is he who is below the care of reputation.

There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.

Luxury spreads its ample board before their eyes; but they are excluded from the banquet. Plenty revels over the fields; but theyare starving in the midst of its abundance: the whole wilderness has blossomed into a garden; but they feel as reptiles that infest it.

From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.

There is no character in the comedy of human life more difficult to play well than that of an old bachelor.