Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.

Life is the game that must be played.