“There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.”

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.

Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.

God made thee perfect, not immutable.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.

For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.

When the feeling can’t be expressed any stronger, you just break down and tears cascade.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say – Do I see, what is me? Or did his eyes lead me astray?

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.