“But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.”

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.’

Measure your mind’s height by the shade it casts.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

What a thing friendship is – World without end.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on.

Having a friend to listen to your problems and discuss them with you is the beginning of finding a solution.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.

The man who sweats under his mask, whose role makes him itch with discomfort, who hates the division in himself, is already beginning to be free.

I am just a beginner. The two films so far are baby steps. If I develop an attitude, I’ll be finished even before I’ve started. Besides, if I started misbehaving, my folks would give me a tight slap.

When all doors are shut and you have nowhere to go, that is when you go within. Every crisis is an opportunity and you are the beginning.

The man who sweats under his mask, whose role makes him itch with discomfort, who hates the division in himself, is already beginning to be free.

I guess it’s true, goodbyes aren’t just endings but beginnings too.