It Is Extraordinary How Music Sends One

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.

The Prayers Of A Lover Are More Imperious Than The Menaces Of The Whole World

Almost All Novels Are Love Stories.

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

Nature Has Not Changed. The Night Is Still Unsullied, The Stars Still Twinkle, And The Wild Thyme Smells As Sweetly Now As It Did Then ... We May Be Afflicted And Unhappy, But No One Can Take From Us The Sweet Delight Which Is Nature's Gift To Those Who Love Her And Her Poetry.