Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

There is a pleasure that is born of pain.

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