It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

There is much said about the wickedness of doing evil that good may come. Alas! there is such a thing as doing good that evil may come.

But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.

A poverty that is universal may be cheerfully borne; it is an individual poverty that is painful and humiliating.

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.

a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.

I have seen that every one forgives much in themselves that they find unpardonable in other people.