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

Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.

Hope is the virgin of the ideal world, who opens beaten to as in the midst of every tempest.

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

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

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 graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as.