Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

There's something beautiful about finding one's innermost thoughts in another.

the brain works better if the hand works too.

Love that has been given to you is too sacred a thing to be talked of to anyone ... except just to the person who is like part of you and who will feel it as you do.

No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.

Wisdom never kicks at the iron walls it can't bring down.

The secret of success is concentration ... Taste everything a little, look at everything a little; but live for one thing.