What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?

Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.

Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

If you take temptations into account, who is to say that he is better than his neighbor?

Humor is the mistress of tears.

it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody

Kindness is very indigestible. It disagrees with very proud stomachs.