Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.

Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.

What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.

I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.

You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep

Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.

Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.