The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.
We should judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks.
As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.