Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.

Compulsion hardly restores right; love yields all things.

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

we never know the blessings bestowed on us until we are separated from the possession of them.

The doubts of love are never to be wholly overcome; they grow with its various anxieties, timidities, and tenderness, and are the very fruits of the reverence in which the admired object is beheld.

Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.

Our griefs, as well as our joys, owe their strongest colors to our imaginations. There is nothing so grievous to be borne that pondering upon it will not make it heavier; and there is no pleasure so vivid that the animation of fancy cannot liven it.