He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser.

Tis weak and vicious people who cast the blame on Fate. The right use of Fate is to bring up our conduct to the loftiness of nature.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.

The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.

There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blueberries.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

A vivid thought brings the power to paint it; and in proportion to the depth of its source is the force of its projection.