When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.
Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.