There’s no tongue that’s so tied, when tying’s needed, as the one that babbles most bewhiles. Babbling covers a lot of secrets.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one’s lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

It’s the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be.

There’s no credit in not doing what you don’t want to do. There’s no virtue in not falling, when you’re not tempted.

Every man should have laws of his own, I should think; commandments of his own, for every man has a different set of circumstances wherein to work – or worry.

Tomorrow is no man’s gift.

Memory is man’s greatest friend and worst enemy.

Tomorrow is no man's gift.

That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars, its feet for the swords; it continueth, though an army lay waste the pasture; it comforteth when there are no medicines; it hath the relish of manna; and by it do men live in the desert.