Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart.
Rest in reason. Move in Passion.
Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.
In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.
No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.