Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

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.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!