I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination