Scepticism is a barren coast, without a harbor or lighthouse.
Love is the wine of existence.
God sends experience to paint men's portraits.
The world is to be cleaned by somebody, and you are not called of God if you are ashamed to scrub.
A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.
Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.