Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame - to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.

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

Fate laughs at probabilities.

Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

There is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.

The astronomer who catalogues the stars cannot add one atom to the universe; the poet can call an universe from the atom.

If you are in doubt whether to write a letter or not, don't. And the advice applies to many doubts in life besides that of letter writing.