All things are dark to sorrow.

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

Oh! Duty is an icy shadow. It will freeze you. It cannot fill the heart's sanctuary.

It is a mournful thing to know that you are utterly isolated among millions of human beings; that not a drop of your blood flows in any other veins.

Oh! what a luxury it is to weep, / And find in tears a sad relief!

Poetry is the purest form of insanity.

Memory is earth's retribution for man's sins.

Money is everything in this world to some people, and more than the next to other poor souls.

Oh, Duty is an icy shadow!

True love is born from understanding.

He who wants to go to moksha (Final Liberation), he will have to realize his own self. Otherwise no matter how much of anything else he does, he will not attain moksha (liberation).

The prospect of death is nature's way of encouraging us to strive for greatness.

Good shot.”“Not really. I was aiming for his balls.

Unfortunately, some women want to remake their husbands after their own design.

I used to have this slight speech implement and couldn't remember things before I took the Sam Carnegie course.

Nothing any good isn't hard.

Look at the cross and you will know what one soul means to Jesus.

She got the way to move me, Cherry, she got the way to groove me.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."