Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.

Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

I have always paid attention to the merits of my enemies, and found it an advantage.

A purpose you impart is no longer your own.

A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.