“There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.”

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.

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones you never got to say.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins that may buy you just a moment of pleasure, But then drag you for days like a broken man behind a farting camel.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Breaking the cycle takes time. Be Patient and Gentle with yourself. Set long term goals. And be persistent! Remember to Stretch, Laugh and be Unshakable!