Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

You have your ideology and I have mine.