“Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmas time.”

The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humor.

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one’s self.

Everybody said so. Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right.

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.

Some people are nobody’s enemies but their own.

It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions.

Every failure teaches a man something, if he will learn; and you are too sensible a man not to learn from this failure.

Vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

To a young heart everything is fun.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

True love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.

I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.

New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colors of my life were changing.

The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none.

Popularity has a bright side, it unlocks many doors. But the truth is that I don’t like it very much because it changes the private life into a very small thing.

We may be excused for not always being bright, but we are not excused for not being gracious, yielding and considerate.

Because a woman brought death a bright Maiden overcame it, and so the highest blessing in all of creation lies in the form of a woman, since God has become man in a sweet and blessed Virgin.

Cause there’s a light in me that shines brightly. They can try, but they can’t take that away from me.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.