Nothing in the world was ever built without a dream at the beginning.

The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.

The fine gifts of temperament and imagination which are essential to the production of true poetry are often accompanied by morbid sensibility. The soul capable of ecstasy and transport must pay its price in suffering; he who walks upon the heights must sometimes grovel in the dust.

... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.

Silence and reserve will give anyone a reputation for wisdom.

It all depends on the way you look at it. The point of view is everything in this world.

There isn't a new sorrow in the world -- they're all old ones -- but we can all find new happiness if we look in the right way.