No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.

The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.

The secret of getting things done is to act!

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.