Happiness wishes everybody happy.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.

By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on the one side, and darkness on the other.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.