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.

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

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.

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.