“I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.”

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

It is better to will the good than to know the truth.

Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.

An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.

It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.

A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It’s not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.

How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

You say: you are mourning a man that could not love you. Full stop. Cover the last word. There’s the truth.