What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive. Having been alive, it won't be so hard in the end to lie down and rest.
The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.