Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.

We always hope, and in all things it is better to hope than to despair.

Duty is the demand of the hour.

The real scholar learns how to evolve the unknown from the known, and draws near the master.

If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.

My counsel is, to force nothing, and rather to trifle and sleep away all unproductive days and hours, than on such days to compose something that will afterwards give no pleasure.

We see only what we know.