Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.
How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.