He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

The gymnasium of running, walking on stilts, climbing, etc. stells and makes hardy single powers and muscles, but dancing, like a corporeal poesy, embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

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

It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.