Genius is clairvoyant.
I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things.
No great thought, no great object, satisfies the mind at first view, nor at the last.
Genius can never despise labour.
Labor is the law of happiness.
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.