Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth.

All things are symbols.