Genius is the gold in the mine; talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Mountains appear more lofty, the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Tears fell from my eyes--yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.