Will cannot be quenched against its will.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.
No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.
Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.
A backward glance can often lift the heart.