When a happy person comes into the room, it is as if another candle has been lit.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
I would study, I would know, I would admire forever.
Strange is this alien despotism of Sleep which takes two persons lying in each other's arms & separates them leagues, continents,asunder.
No hope so bright but is the beginning of its own fulfilment.
He who travels in search of something which he has not got, travels away from himself and grows old even in youth among old things.