Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
No ends, simply means.
There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.
Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.
Men and women consume one another rapidly in what is called "the act of love," or else settle down to a mild habit of conjugality. We seldom find a mean between these two extremes.
Life should be lived to the point of tears