But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.

I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.

He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely. A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone! By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of the dancer was her spangle, and that was burnt as black as a coal.

I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling!

The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.