Jean-Jacques Rousseau Quote

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

The poetry of the earth is never dead

Lawyer: One skilled in circumvention of the law

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

Time, which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.

Love is the one bond of the universe, the heart of God, the life of his children: if animals can be loved, they are loveable; if they can love, they are yet more plainly loveable: love is eternal; how then should its object perish?