I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.

Marriage is like a golden ring in a chain, whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is eternity.

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

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.