Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it.

Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been penned with history in view?

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence?

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self.

Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it.