“So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.”

Time, dear friend, time brings round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait.

Great is truth. Fire cannot burn it nor water drown it.

Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.

Moral wounds have this peculiarity – they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.

Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.

Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth.

Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting diety.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it, and sometimes three.

The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.

You need eagles wings to get over things that make no sense in this world.

A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because its trust is not on the branch but on its own wings.

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

It is difficult to fly without wings.

To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.

There are only two words with four letters which can make us fly: Wing and Love.

To run and work the law commands, but gives us neither feet nor hands. But better news the gospel brings, it bids us fly and gives us wings.