A boy's will is the wind's will.

People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.