Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.
We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.
If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all. If you have never seen joy in a beautiful face, you have never seen joy at all.