To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.

So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.