“It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.”

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.

Everyone’s a millionaire where promises are concerned.

Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.

Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.

I can live neither with you, nor without you.

First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, ‘I believe,’ three times.

What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.

The burden which is well borne becomes light.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

I count my blessings far more than I count my money.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.

I never expected to be a star, never counted on it, never even wanted it. Not that I didn’t enjoy it all when it happened.

You can’t change where you started, but you can change the direction you are going. It’s not what you are going to do, but it’s what you are doing now that counts.

Don’t spend most of your time on the voices that don’t count. Tune out the shallow voices so that you will have more time to tune in the valuable ones.

How many push ups do you do? I don’t know. I only starts counting when it starts hurting.

What counts in the ring is what you can do after you’re exhausted. The same is true of life.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.