Anything that can be put in a nut shell should remain there.
hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words
Every virtuous act is inspired by a dark secret.
nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
Optimism is the first cousin of love, and it's exactly like love in three ways: it's pushy, it has no real sense of humour, and it turns up where you least expect it.
At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone.