Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.