Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
Misfortunes often sharpen the genius.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.