There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance, creativity, and joy that lie at our core.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

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.

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

The most difficult experience one might ever have, is to grieve the loss of a Loved-one who is still alive.

Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

There is a need for everyone's brain to be imprinted with more self-enhancing impulses: the impulse to peace over violence, love over fear, compassion over selfishness.

It will be practicable to blot written words which you do not publish; but the spoken word it is not possible to recall. [Lat., Delere licebit Quod non edideris; nescit vox missa reverti.]

Writing's still the most difficult job I've ever had - but it's worth it.

Characterization requires self-knowledge, insight into human nature . . . it is more than impersonation.

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

I looked Death right in the face.

We always learn more from the losing than the winning.