But the day is spent; And stars are kindling in the firmament, To us how silent--though like ours, perchance, Busy and full of life and circumstance.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

To know her was to love her.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

Without the spirit of gratitude, no amount of blessings would activate the feeling of happiness in one's mind.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I hate everything that comes from the United States. I hate it with all my strength.

Wise living consists perhaps less in acquiring good habits than in acquiring as few habits as possible.

I believe in the impossible because no one else does.

A photographer's reality is what he or she wants to show.

That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.

Beauty is equal parts flesh and imagination: we imbue it with our dreams, saturate it with our longings.

I miss school. What’s wrong with me?

Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.