Philosophy And Art Both Render The Invisible

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.

Many A Genius Has Been Slow Of Growth. Oaks That Flourish For A Thousand Years Do Not Spring Up Into Beauty Like A Reed.

The Only Cure For Grief Is Action.

To One Man A Stream Is So Much Water-power, To Another A Rendezvous For Lovers.

There Are Many Justifications Of Silence; There Can Be None Of Insincerity.