Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.