Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.