There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.
Sneering springs out of the wish to deny; and wretched must that state of mind be that wishes to take refuge in doubt.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
How often, in this cold and bitter world, is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! Cold, careless, are we of another's grief; we wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness.
The past is perpetual youth to the heart.
A preface is a species of literary luxury, where an author, like a lover, is privileged to be egotistical.
Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.
I have a respect for family pride. If it be a prejudice, it is a prejudice in its most picturesque shape. But I hold it is connected with some of the noblest feelings in our nature.
Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.
youth, balancing itself upon hope, is forever in extremes: its expectations are continually aroused only to be baffled, and disappointment, like a summer shower, is violent in proportion to its brevity.
When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.
English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.
Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others.
Hard are life's early steps; and but that youth is buoyant, confident, and strong in hope, men would behold its threshold, and despair.
Suicide and antipathy to fires in a bedroom seem to be among the national characteristics. Perhaps the same moral cause may originate both.
marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.
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.
The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.
A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.
The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,--ask thine own bosom-- Are emblems of thee.
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?
no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.
It is strange what society will endure from its idols.
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.
All sweeping assertions are erroneous.
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