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

Always have old memories, and young hopes.

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

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

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

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

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