Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.
Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.