“An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.”

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.

Man has not a greater enemy than himself.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.

Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.

Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity.

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.

And she rose exactly when she was ready to spread her wild wings and release the fire hidden deep in her soul.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

I will always choose my wings.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.