What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

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.