Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.

You have to run as fast as you can just to stay where you are. If you want to get anywhere, you'll have to run much faster.

Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody regrets that numb the best energies of the soul: and rising, broadening, rolling upward like a living flood, the manly resolve, and the dauntless will, and the heavenward gaze of faith-the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!

One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another.

It is always allowable to ask for artichoke jelly with your boiled venison; however there are houses where this is not supplied.

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.

Without a plan, it doesn't matter which way you're going.