Distance... is like futurity. A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.

Clever people are always the best conversations lexicon.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

One says a lot in vain, refusing; The other mainly hears the "No."

It is the strange fate of man, that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.

Deny yourself! You must deny yourself! That is the song that never ends.

I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.