Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.
I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind and it didn't seem to matter.
Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.