And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in favor of two.
There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.