Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.

I hate to write, but I love to have written.

When your toil has been a pleasure, you have not earned money merely, but money, health, delight, and moral profit, all in one.

Don't ever confuse motion with progress.

To know what you like is the beginning of wisdom and of old age. Youth is wholly experimental. The essence and charm of that unquiet and delightful epoch is ignorance of self as well as ignorance of life.

Once you are married, there is nothing left for you, not even suicide.