No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.
The stars are so far, far away!
We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.
Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.
Experience teaches, it is true; but she never teaches in time.
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.
Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.
How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life.
Nothing is so fortunate for mankind as its diversity of opinion.
Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.
That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.
We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch.
The fearless make their own way.
An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.
To enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others.
Truly, a little love-making is a very pleasant thing.
What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.
Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.
sight-seeing gratifies us in different ways. First, there is the pleasure of novelty; secondly, either that of admiration or fault-finding - the latter a very animated enjoyment.
My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.
Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.
Confidence is its own security.
There is the cause for pleasure and for pain: But music moves us, and we know not why? We feel the tears, but cannot trace their source. Is it the language of some other state, Born of its memory! For what can wake The soul's strong instinct of another world, Like music!
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