Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.
The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.
That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.
Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
Like those statues which must be made larger than "nature" in order that, viewed from below, or from a distance, they may appear to be of the "natural" size, certain truths must be "strained" in order that the public may form a just idea of them.