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.

We were not made to eternally weep.

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

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.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.