More Quotes by Washington Irving
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.
Enthusiasts soon understand each other.
There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it
