All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.
In the vaunted works of Art, The master-stroke is Nature's part.
War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man.
By persisting in your path, though you forfeit the little, you gain the great.
It is not the irregular hours or irregular diet that makes the romantic life.
[D]ivine Providence... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul.