Restless sunflower; cease to move.

A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.