For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.
Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.