Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.

Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present

A scholar knows no boredom.

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep her heart open to heaven.

The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the unforbearing, warmth of heart toward the cold, philanthropy toward the misanthropic.