It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.