I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue.

Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.

The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.