Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.
Words really flattering are not those which we prepare but those which escape us unthinkingly.
The joy of the mind is the measure of its strength.
Soft moonlight and tender love harmonize together wonderfully.
Gossip, like ennui, is born of idleness.
Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.