Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

I am my own heaven and hell!

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.

Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.