The look of a king is itself a deed.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

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.