Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...
Where words cease, there music begins.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.
There are more fools in the world than there are people.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged
Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.