Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!
Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
Hopes and regrets are the sweetest links of existence.
The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.
Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.
anybody's applause is better than nobody's.
Of all false assertions that ever went into the world under the banner of a great name and the mail armor of a well-turned phrase, Locke's comparison of the mind to a blank sheet of paper appears to me among the most untrue.
A blossom full of promise is life's joy, That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time, Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light, And it looks flourishing--a little while-- 'T is pass'd, we know not whither, but 't is gone.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.
charity is a calm, severe duty; it must be intellectual, to be advantageous. It is a strange mistake that it should ever be considered a merit; its fulfillment is only what we owe to each other, and is a debt never paid to its full extent.
Affection exaggerates its own offenses.
Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.
It is strange what society will endure from its idols.
Business before pleasure.
A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.
Childhood, whose very happiness is love.
Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.
No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.[to feel unhappy you need the time to consider how your lot could be better]
It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.
I cannot see why a taste for the country should be held so very indispensable a requisite for excellence; but really people talk of it as if it were a virtue, and as if an opposite opinion was, to say the least of it, very immoral.
In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.
The lover and the physician are each popular from the same cause - we talk to them of nothing but ourselves.
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