Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South