A profound knowledge of life is the least enviable of all species of knowledge, because it can only be acquired by trials that make us regret the loss of our ignorance.

Spring is the season of hope, and autumn is that of memory.

Superstition is but the fear of belief.

... I never will allow myself to form an ideal of any person I desire to see, for disappointment never fails to ensue.

Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

There is no magician like love.