“It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.”

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.

God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

I think that the most difficult thing is allowing yourself to be loved, so receiving the love and feeling like you deserve it is a pretty big struggle. I suppose that’s what I’ve learnt recently, to allow myself to be loved.

He who graduates the harshest school, succeeds.

The more difficult it is to forgive someone the greater the opportunity for spiritual growth.

when pain has been intertwined with love and closeness, it’s very difficult to believe that love and closeness can be experienced without pain.

I just managed to convince my grandmother that it was a worth while that was something to do, you know, and when I did finally get the guitar, it didn’t seem that difficult to me, to be able to make a good noise out of it.

I realized, the older I get, the more difficult life becomes. It’s not easier, it’s more difficult.

In the futile attempts we all make to tidy up our lives and our surroundings, nothing is more difficult than throwing out a book.