There is more in every person's soul than we think.
There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.
I DO not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me.
I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.
The less a man thinks or knows about his virtues, the better we like him.
Never try to make anyone like you: you know, and God knows, that one of you is enough.