When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

In this world of gossip, a good listener is rarer than a great orator.

Enjoy your life. No curse hangs over you, nor did it ever. No devil chases after your soul. Sing and dance and be merry.