I wait for the morning of my tears

The world is so great and rich, and life so full of variety, that you can never lack occasions for poems.

He who only tastes his error will long dwell with it, will take delight in it as in a singular felicity; while he who drains it to the dregs will, if he be not crazy, find it to be what it is.

Each indecision brings its own delays and days are lost lamenting over lost days... What you can do or think you can do, begin it. For boldness has magic, power, and genius in it.

A joy shared is a joy doubled.

In politics people throw themselves, as on a sickbed, from one side to the other in the belief they will lie more comfortably.

Only that type of story deserves to be called moral that shows us that one has the power within oneself to act, out of the conviction that there is something better, even against one's own inclination.