We are not made for law, we are made for love.

Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase of flowers. If I may not, let me think how nice they would be and bury myself in my work. I do not think that the road to contentment lies in despising what we have not got. Let us acknowledge all good, all delight that the worlds holds, and be content without it.

But there are victories far worse than defeats; and to overcome an angel too gentle to put out all his strength, and ride away in triumph on the back of a devil, is one of the poorest.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.

Heaven...a place where everything that is not music is silence.

Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other.

Past tears are present strength.