In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.

No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.

Words, however, are things.

Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.

There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.