The mountains of today are the molehills of tomorrow.
Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.
Beauty is a perilous gift.
Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.
Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.