“Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.”

The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless.

It is well for a man when he has learned to endure what he cannot change, and to give up with dignity what he cannot retain.

The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.

Opposition always inflames the enthusiast, never converts him.

This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.

It is at the approach of extreme danger when a hollow puppet can accomplish nothing, that power falls into the mighty hands of nature, of the spirit giant-born, who listens only to himself, and knows nothing of compacts.

Life did not present its sunny side to thee.

Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.

Courage, ne’er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

The lemonade is weak, like your soul.

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.

It is only through the morning gate of the beautiful that you can penetrate into the realm of knowledge. That which we feel here as beauty we shall one day know as truth.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.

In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?

Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back on himself. He imposes his own stamp of action, takes responsibility for it, makes it his own.

I finally faced the fact that it isn’t a crime not having friends. Being alone means you have fewer problems.

The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.

There’s nothing wrong with a thick eyebrow; Frida Kahlo had them.

I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.

In grammar school some of the girls had problems with me. My face was too light. My hair was too long. It was the black-consciousness period, and I felt really bad.

I’ll usually wash my face with a face wash, then I’ll go to my makeup. I like to use Nip + Fab Dragon’s Blood Fix Serum. It’s moisturizing and also a great primer for your makeup. And, I try to use sunscreen every day.