Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
Years do not always make age.
Vanity is the quicksand of reason.
Every historian discloses a new horizon.
Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
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.