“Courage, ne’er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!”

To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.

Dare to be wrong and to dream.

To save all we must risk all.

I have enjoyed earthly happiness, I have lived and loved.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

The rich become richer and the poor become poorer is a cry heard throughout the whole civilized world.

We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.

The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

Obedience decks the Christian most.

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

Slowly but surely forever is becoming my favorite lie.

You’re gone and I don’t know how you breathe without you I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

A part of me will always belong to you.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

And I ask myself, How can you love a broken girl?