Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?

Let nothing come between you and the light.

Maturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows.

Listen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends!

None can be an impartial or wise observer of human life but from the vantage ground of what we should call voluntary poverty.