Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.

There are situations in which hope and fear run together, in which they mutually destroy one another and lose themselves in dull indifference.

All that is noble is in itself of a quiet nature, and appears to sleep until it is aroused and summoned forth by contrast.

One always has time enough, if one will apply it well.

He loves not who does not see the faults of the beloved as virtues.

Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.

I had rather be Mercury, the smallest among seven [planets], revolving round the sun, than the first among five [moons] revolving round Saturn.