The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
Quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
The world is full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be...
The obscurest epoch is today.
You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a...
All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and...
To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is...
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.
In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his...
Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has...
The saints are the sinners who keep on going
A friend is a gift you give yourself.
To be idle requires a strong sense of personal identity.
The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean
It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.
Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by...
To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells...
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists...
Vanity is a motive of immense potency.