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

The worst of all listeners is the man who does nothing but listen.

I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.

We can refute assertions, but who can refute silence?

One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

We lawyers are always curious, always inquisitive, always picking up odds and ends for our patchwork minds, since there is no knowing when and where they may fit into some corner.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There’s no better rule.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

I have made up my mind that I must have money, Pa. I feel that I can’t beg it, borrow it, or steal it; and so I have resolved that I must marry it.

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

It’s always been hard for me to walk away from people I love when I’ve grown to become reliant on even some of their most harmful traits.

I will always love the worst of you.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.

It is better to break off a thousand friendships, than to endure the sight of a single enemy.

But I am just a poet who makes art out of broken people.

If a preacher is not first preaching to himself, better that he falls on the steps of the pulpit and breaks his neck than preaches that sermon.

I long for connection but speak only with your reflection.