“Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.”

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

Without kindness there can be no true joy.

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

The first duty of man is that of subduing fear.

If Jesus Christ were to come today, people would not even crucify him. They would ask him to dinner, and hear what he had to say, and make fun of it.

There can be no acting or doing of any kind till it be recognized that there is a thing to be done; the thing once recognized, doing in a thousand shapes becomes possible.

One monster there is in the world, the idle man.

A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, could ever compel the soul of man to believe or to disbelieve: it is his own indefeasible light, that judgment of his; he will reign and believe there by the grace of God alone!

A man lives by believing something.

Naps are a way of traveling painlessly through time into the future.

My main focus when I do my makeup is my eyes – I accentuate my eyes, and they look bigger. More ‘va va voom,’ I guess you can say.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

I love eye makeup. I really like doing a cat eye, playing with liquid liners and different colors of liners, like emerald and deep blues, combining them with black.

Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.

A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.

I’m the kind of boy that can fall in love with any girl because I love with the heart, not the eyes.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

My girlfriend said, Emo, I’m seeing another man. I said, Well, try rubbing your eyes or something.