No author ever drew a character consistent to human nature, but he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.

Despair makes victims sometimes victors.

What mankind wants is not talent; it is purpose.

It is destiny phrase of the weak human heart! 'It is destiny' dark apology for every error! The strong and virtuous admit no destiny

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh.

Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.