O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.