The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and strain from the lees of the vat.
Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in...
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years...
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal...
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just
Music is the universal language of mankind.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love,...
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where;...
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine...
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by...
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room...
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find...
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why...
It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the...
Time, which strengthens friendship, weakens love.