Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.