Writers are the main landmarks of the past.

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

What, after all, is heaven, but a transition from dim guesses and blind struggling with a mysterious and adverse fate to the fullness of all wisdom--from ignorance, in a word, to knowledge, but knowledge of what order?

If a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit.

Nothing ages like laziness.

We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.

Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves.