Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!
Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.
To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.