We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love

However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.

Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.

a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.

Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.

Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.

[The Germans] so easily confuse obstinacy with energy, and rudeness with firmness.