Our friends interpret the world and ourselves to us, if we take them tenderly and truly, nor need we but love them devotedly to become members of an immortal fraternity, superior to accident or change.

All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.

Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.

Our favorites are few; since only what rises from the heart reaches it, being caught and carried on the tongues of men wheresoever love and letters journey.

Many can argue - not many converse.

Easy come, easy go... "Achieve-everything-while-doing-nothing" schemes don't work, they are just not logical

A good style fits like a good costume.