A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

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

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

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

Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.