We find our calling or it finds us, and it's a sin against the fates not to use your talent when you have it.

Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.

One writes not by will but by surrender.

Friends love misery... our misery is what endears us to our friends.

Having stopped expecting truth, we rarely get it.

If, every day, I dare to remember that I am here on loan, that this house, this hillside, these minutes are all leased to me, not given, I will never despair.

tis true that tho' People can transcend their Characters in Times of Tranquillity, they can ne'er do so in Times of Tumult.