As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

But if Maggie had been that young lady, you would probably have known nothing about her: her life would have had so few vicissitudes that it could hardly have been written; for the happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine--something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.