When We Love, It Is The Heart

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

Fully To Understand A Grand And Beautiful Thought Requires, Perhaps, As Much Time As To Conceive It.

Old Age Takes From The Man Of Intellect No Qualities Save Those That Are Useless To Wisdom.

Remorse Is The Punishment Of Crime; Repentance, Its Expiation. The Former Appertains To A Tormented Conscience; The Latter To A Soul Changed For The Better.

God Is The Place Where I Do Not Remember The Rest.