My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.