Genius can never despise labour.
A woman . . . always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem.
I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things.
Labor is the law of happiness.
Only those who love with the heart can animate the love of others.
Genius is always more suggestive than expressive.