Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

You accuse a woman of wavering affections, but don't blame her; she is just looking for a consistent man.

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

We can always redeem the man who aspires and strives.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.