Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that your should seek with him hours to kill? Seek with him always hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.

To barter and lose is better than not to go forth.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.