It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe

The people rate strength before everything.

Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.