The greatest genius will not be worth much if he pretends to draw exclusively from his own resources

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.

Life is not anything, but an opportunity for something.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights.