No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.
God knows better than we do what we need.