_Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16.
Thought alone is eternal.
_Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24
No true love there can be without Its dread penalty jealousy.
_Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.
No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
_Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.
O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace!
Art is Nature made by Man To Man the interpreter of God
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day
Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.
There is nothing certain in a mans life but that he must lose it.
Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them
Let any man show the world that he feels Afraid of its bark and 't will fly at his heels: Let him fearlessly face it, 't will leave him alone: But 't will fawn at his feet if he flings it a bone