Oh, the soul keeps its youth!

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

the breed is more than the pasture. As you know, the cuckoo lays her eggs in any bird's nest; it may be hatched among blackbirds or robins or thrushes, but it is always a cuckoo. ... a man cannot deliver himself from his ancestors.

... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.

I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.

We generally get the evil we expect.

Men can bear all things but good days.