Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

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

All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.