Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.