“The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.”

Happiness lies, first of all, in health.

Good taste consists first upon fitness.

Happiness is speechless.

Patriotism is the vital condition of national permanence.

Imagination is as good as many voyages – and how much cheaper.

Progress begins with the minority. It is completed by persuading the majority, by showing the reason and the of the step forward, and that is accomplished by appealing to the intelligence of the majority.

In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.

Criticism is not construction, it is observation.

Virtue does not truly reward her votary if she leaves him sad and half doubtful whether it would not have been better to serve vice.

While we read history we make history.

Stratagem is the right hand of cunning.

Prussia is great because her people are intelligent. They know the alphabet. The alphabet is conquering the world.

The Pride of ancestry increases in the ratio of distance.

For nature makes women to be won, and men to win.

You should always keep your word. All the setbacks in life come only because you don’t keep your word.

Not by vows nor by womanish prayers is the help of the gods obtained; success comes through vigilance, energy, wise counsel.

When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

Forever, he vowed, still a little staggered.That’s all I’m asking for, I said.

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.

After the vines that were tightly wrapped around my neck finally loosened, I made a vow to never take breathing for granted again.