The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.

More and more the world is growing to love a lover, and one has only to read the newspapers to see how sympathetic are the times to any generous and adventurous display of the passions.

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.