Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.

New York is a sucked orange.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Where is he who seeing a thousand men useless and unhappy, and making the whole region forlorn by their inaction, and conscious himself of possessing the faculty they want, does not hear his call to go and be their king?

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.