“The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.”

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.

God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.