Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.
When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.
A man may and ought to pride himself more on his will than on his talent.
Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.
Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.