Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow's purse is free.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

Life is beautiful. Like a beautiful blue wave, it ebbs and flows, sometimes gushing forth and sometimes receding quietly.

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

A call to duty, a call for service.

Freedom of opinion can only exist when the government thinks itself secure.

Each needs the other: capital cannot do without labor nor labor without capital.

What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.

..Our level of influence is not the same with everyone.

You don't realize how much a part of your character is part of yourself until you are no longer playing that character.

Screw the truth into men's minds.

If you're being true to who you are, and the things you believe in, that is so attractive to me.