Eyes that droop like summer flowers.

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

words alike make the destiny of empires and of individuals. Ambition, love, hate, interest, vanity, have words for their engines, and need none more powerful. Language is a fifth element - the one by which all the others are swayed.

Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.

Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.