And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
He who wins a thousand common hearts is entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
There is an emanation from the heart in genuine hospitality which cannot be described, but is immediately felt and puts the stranger… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.” — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
If I can, by a lucky chance, in these uneasy days, rub out one wrinkle from the brow of care, or beguile… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
As the vine which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Language gradually varies, and with it fade away the writings of authors who have flourished their allotted time; otherwise, the creative powers of genius… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands.… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Over no nation does the press hold a more absolute control than over the people of America, for the universal education of the poorest… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
I have never found, in anything outside of the four walls of my study, an enjoyment equal to sitting at my writing desk with… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
There is no character in the comedy of human life more difficult to play well than that of an old bachelor. — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts. He selects that language which will convey his ideas in the most… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world: it is there her ambition strives for empire; it… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Redundancy of language is never found with deep reflection. Verbiage may indicate observation, but not thinking. He who thinks much says but little in… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription molders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns,… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
