They do not love that do not show their love.

O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

They do not love, that do not show their love.

Thou art a votary to fond desire

Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time.

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

If you live your life worried about the what-ifs, you're going to live a very desolate life.

I think most of what the majority of people say is said without thinking.

Our prayers must not be efforts to bend God to our will but to yield ourselves to His.

The only way to win is to work, work, work, work, and hope to have a few insights

Mathematical science is in my opinion an indivisible whole, an organism whose vitality is conditioned upon the connection of its parts.

I see a lot of women who can't travel when they're young, and then their kids grow up and they become amazing adventurers. Travel is not only for the young. Sometimes it's wasted on the young.

We don't fight for victory, we fight from victory.

I certainly consider a great appreciation of painting to be the best indication of a most perfect mind.

Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.