Is not a day divided into twenty-four hours, each hour into sixty minutes, and every minute sub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86, 400 seconds many things can be done.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.

So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.

For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.

To save a man and thereby to spare a father's agony and a mother's feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.

...remember that what has once been done may be done again.

Woman is sacred the woman one loves is holy.

Do not wait for someone else to validate your existence

Samuel Johnson said a second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience, ” Kirkland said.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....

Today we must begin again. Step by small step, without any more protection than comes from our own bodies.

I want to deal with what's in front of me now to the best of my abilities, and sometimes that's not very good. But a lot of the days it is really great.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

Loyalty is a good for the loyal man; but it may be mischievous for those whom his cause assails.

Not deep the poet sees, but wide.

Mutual complacency is the atmosphere of conjugal love.

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king