Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.