One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.
These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!
Party politics is now a real farce.
Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect
The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.