Subtle Impressions For Which Words Are Quite

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

If I Could Only Fancy Myself Clever, It Would Be Better, But To Be A Failure Of Nature And To Know It Is Not A Comfortable Lot. It Is The Last Lesson One Learns, To Be Contented With One's Inferiority -- But It Must Be Learned.

The First Sense Of Mutual Love Excludes Other Feelings; It Will Have The Soul All To Itself.

But Is It What We Love, Or How We Love, That Makes True Good?

It Will Never Rain Roses: When We Want To Have More Roses We Must Plant More Trees.