The affections cannot keep their youth any more than men.
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.
What the tender and poetic youth dreams to-day, and conjures up with inarticulate speech, is to-morrow the vociferated result of public opinion, and the day after is the character of nations.
All great successes are the triumph of persistence.
Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.