Personal Beauty.
There is no blessing more utterly valueless when its first charm has passed over and faded from the imagination, than mere personal beauty; where there is no intellect, no heart, no sweetness of temper, no cheering gaiety of spirit, no genius, talent, nor precious moral worth to enclose and preserve it from wearying the sense, and palling the affection.
Daguerrotype.
A woman’s heart is the only true plate for a man’s likeness. An instant gives the impression, and an age of sorrow and change cannot efface it.
Thought.
It is well if we have thoughts to comfort us, for facts are miserable allies when imagination fights its battle with despair.