There exists no more difficult art than living.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Some there are that torment themselves afresh with the memory of what is past; others, again, afflict themselves with the apprehension of evils to come; and very ridiculously both - for the one does not now concern us, and the other not yet ... One should count each day as a separate life.

May be is very well, but Must is the master. It is my duty to show justice without recompense.

We should have a bond of sympathy for all sentient beings, knowing that only the depraved and base take pleasure in the sight of blood and suffering.

He who tenders doubtful safety to those in trouble refuses it.

While we teach, we learn.