Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
Genuine religion is matter of feeling rather than matter of opinion.
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.
Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.
Within the sacred walls of libraries we find the best thoughts, the purest feelings, and the most exalted imaginings of our race.