“Is there notA tongue in every star that talks with man,And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.”

“The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.”

“‎When one by one our ties are torn,And friend from friend is snatched forlorn;When man is left alone to mourn,Oh! then how sweet it is to die!”

“I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.”

“He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.”

“Life is short. Live to the fullest as you will not know when you will see the sun rise again.”

“Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.”