The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing

Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.

Few are open to conviction, but the majority of men are open to persuasion

He who has art and science also has religion, but those who do not have them better have religion.

nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.

I laugh at my heart, and do its will