There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

While it is well enough to leave footprints on the sands of time, it is even more important to make sure they point in a commendable direction.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills — and as immortal.

The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

Sad hours and glad hours, and all hours, pass over; One thing unshaken stays: Life, that hath Death for spouse, hath Chance for lover; Whereby decays, Each thing save one thing: mid this strife diurnal, Of hourly change begot, Love that is God-born, bides as God eternal, And changes not; Nor means a tinseled dream pursuing lovers, Find altered by-and-bye, When, with possession, time anon discovers, Trapped dreams must die, - For he that visions God, of mankind gathers, One manlike trait alone, And reverently imputes to Him a father's love for his son.