Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
My religion of life is always to be cheerful.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.