Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

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.