Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?
Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.
Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest