“Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?”

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

Sentimentality is unearned emotion.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?

Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Sometimes it’s just surreal out there, while you’re running a marathon. People just standing out in the cold, even the rain, cheering for you, blasting music for you. It’s an awesome show of camaraderie and community.

I think of the cold as a noble force.

I knew I held strength when in the darkest, coldest corner of my mind I managed to make flowers grow.

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.