To have joy, one must share it.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole – And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.