“Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.”

Beauty is a fragile gift.

He who has lived in obscurity has lived well.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

Time is generally the best doctor.

It’s a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

And besides, we lovers fear everything.

He who can believe himself well, will be well.

In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.

Sometimes tears carry the same weight as words.

Nothing is stronger than habit.

I broke down all conclusions into illusions and confusions.

There will come a day when you will be stronger and you will forget that person that just broke your heart.

Without them, you will go broke.

My mom then got Pell Grants, put herself through college to get a degree to get a better job. Because we were broke, I then had to go to a state school.

There were many reasons we broke up. There was a religious difference: I’m a Catholic, and she’s the devil.

I’m one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.

Inside I knew he was meant to be the guy that taught me about life. Even if he broke my heart eventually.

It don’t matter if I got a broke hand, got a torn muscle: I’m going to fight like heavyweight champions do.