Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.