The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.

One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.

Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.

You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.