Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.

How little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.

The desire of excellence is the necessary attribute of those who excel. We work little for a thing unless we wish for it.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

You know There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, More expressive may be than all words ever spoken.

The veil which covers the face of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy.

Punctuality is a virtue, If you don't mind being lonely.