Life is a storm. One minute you will bathe under the sun and the next you will be shattered upon the rocks. That's when you shout, "Do your worst, for I will do mine!" and you will be remembered forever.

It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.

Great is truth. Fire cannot burn it nor water drown it.

The merit of all things lies in their difficulty.

In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.