My only books, / Were Woman's looks, / And Folly's all they taught me

There is nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dreams

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.

Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

No man, however great, is known to everybody and no man, however solitary, is known to nobody.