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

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.

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

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?

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

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