Love is full of imagination.

Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end.

Yet happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. It's something you think, it's something you believe.

The only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality, which some temptation may not overtop or undermine, and destroy.

He that easily believes rumors has the principle within him to augment rumors. It is strange to see the ravenous appetite with which some devourers of character and happiness fix upon the sides of the innocent and unfortunate.

Lachrymal counsellors, with one foot in the cave of despair, and the other invading the peace of their friends, are the paralyzers of action, the pests of society, and the subtlest homicides in the world; they poison with a tear; and convey a dagger to the heart while they press you to their bosoms.

The perfection of outward loveliness is the soul shining through its crystalline covering.