faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.
nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.
There is but on virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.