Feeling loves a subdued light.
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost.
True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.
Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it.
One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.