Those who love are but one step from heaven.
The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.
To genius life never grows commonplace.
There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
Piety is indifferent whether she enters at the eye or at the ear. There is none of the senses at which she does not knock one day or other. The Puritans forgot this, and thrust Beauty out of the meeting-house and slammed the door in her face.