Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

Always a godfather, never a god.

When a man has done me an evil turn once, I don't like to give him the opportunity to do so twice.

Problems almost always create opportunities - to learn, grow and improve.

To give up too easily leads to regret, yet trying and then failing can lead us to second chances if we do not accept it as a failure, but a chance to learn.

If the United Nations is not as united as it should be, that is because it is a reflection of the world we live in.

You know what they say, the high trees get the wind.

When I was a kid down there it was always a dream to go to a Nebraska game but when you live in those small towns you hardly ever get up to one.

As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.

I'm a winter girl. I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.

There is one certain means by which I can be sure never to see my country's ruin: I will die in the last ditch.