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

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

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.

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

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.

Life is the game that must be played.