The soul never grows old.
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.
The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.