No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one
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.
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
A sky full of silent suns.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.