youth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!
Jane Welsh CarlyleIf they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!
Jane Welsh CarlyleThe only thing that makes one place more attractive to me than another is the quantity of heart I find in it.
Jane Welsh Carlyle