You may have genius. The contrary is, of course, probable.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

The sea drowns out humanity and time. It has no sympathy with either, for it belongs to eternity; and of that it sings its monotonous song forever and ever.

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."