Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.