What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.
O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.