It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.
Masterpieces are only lucky attempts.
Simplicity, a delicate silence about oneself, increases their worth and makes one love those whom one admires.
No human being can control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood.
Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.