There is no magician like love.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

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

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.