It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.

Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.

Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it.

Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.

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