“Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.”

Time flies on restless pinions – constant never.

To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.

When the gods were more manlike, Men were more godlike.

To be man’s tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.

Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

Honesty prospers in every condition of life.

If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all. If you have never seen joy in a beautiful face, you have never seen joy at all.

Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.

Strange customs do not thrive in foreign soil.

It may here be justly said, that genuine morality is preserved only in the school of adversity, and a state of continuous prosperity may easily prove a quicksand to virtue.

Freedom exists only with power.

Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

I stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.

On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.

God does not look at riches, titles, education, or beauty. There is only one thing that God does look at, and that is the soul.

What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.

If you look round Hollywood there’s no end of white smiles and six packs. Long lines of beautiful people lining up to be incredible on film.

I welcome all creatures of the world with grace.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

If shaytan has entered into your heart – evil will look beautiful to you and good will seem tiring and exhausting.