I appreciated art, long before I could produce it.

So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.

Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.

I see you have returned, my love; and your mood is as dark as ever. Did your soldiers not adore you to your complete satisfaction?

I've decided I don't like books that end with 'The End'. The fact that there are no more pages, suggests to me that the book has ended.

A steadfast heart does not stray from the path.

People who repeatedly attack your confidence and self-esteem are quite aware of your potential, even if you are not.