Nothing is worth more than this day.

The one who acts is always without conscience; nobody has a conscience but the contemplative person.

Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.

The style of an author is a faithful copy of his mind.

We will burn that bridge when we come to it.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star