The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.
The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.