Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
None but the brave and beautiful can love.
One thought settles a life, an immortality.