What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

People have a tendency to sometimes doubt when you tell them what you are going to do. But they can never deny the things you actually do.

Be content with what you are and wish not change nor dread your last day nor long for it.

If we know where we are and something about how we got there, we might see where we are trending - and if the outcomes which lie naturally in our course are unacceptable, to make timely change.

Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.

But I'm someone who the more afraid I am, the more I want to do it to get the fear over with.

Men forget everything; women remember everything.

If I am in London I like a quick get away to The Olde Bell in Hurley It's nearby and no stress - great food and beautiful walks.

The arrogance of some Christians would close heaven to them if, to their misfortune, it existed.

"Multiple exclamation marks," he went on, shaking his head, "are a sure sign of a diseased mind."