... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel p….

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true..

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest..

To silence gossip, don't repeat it..