The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

All that is not given is lost.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.