Divine persons are character born, or, to borrow a phrase from Napoleon, they are victory organized.

Convert life into truth.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

Love is the essence of God.

Dreams have a poetic integrity and truth. This limbo and dust-hole of thought is presided over by a certain reason, too.

For, the advantages which fashion values, are plants which thrive in very confined localities, in a few streets, namely. Out of this precinct, they go for nothing; are of no use in the farm, in the forest, in the market, in war, in the nuptial society, in the literary or scientific circle, at sea, in friendship, in the heaven of thought or virtue.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.