There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.
Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.