Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
Life is less than nothing without love.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.
Life is as serious a thing as death.