“He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.”

I am a part of all that I have met.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The quiet sense of something lost.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Love is the only gold.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend’s success.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Although the photographer and the art thief were close friends, neither had ever taken the other’s picture.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.

A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.

If you want to know me, Look inside your heart.