“Lord, help my poor soul.”

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.

Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

A man’s grammar, like Caesar’s wife, should not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

Trouble is here. It is for a purpose. Use it for the purpose for which it was intended – to help you grow. Thank God for your troubles.

To be successful is to be helpful, caring and constructive, to make everything and everyone you touch a little bit better.

I’m so lucky to be in a position to help people, and that’s appealing to me.

My goal is to help women to become the best version of themselves.

If America is the pursuit of happiness, the best way to pursue happiness is to help other people.

Everywhere the need exists for maternal sympathy and help.

I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.