Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

Rule by patience, Laughing Water!

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.