Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.
As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.
Oh! Everything I loved!
Are you afraid of the good you might do?
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.