I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
We should be considerate to the living; to the dead we owe only the truth.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
No man chooses evil because it's evil. He only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.
Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.
Fortune is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity.
A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.
If there were no hell, we would be like the animals. No hell, no dignity.
All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.
So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty. All other pacts of love or fear derive from it and are modeled upon it.
Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go.
The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, lies in its loyalty to each other.
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
Delay is the deadliest form of denial.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely.
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.
I have also seen children successfully surmounting the effects of an evil inheritance. That is due to purity being an inherent attribute of the soul.
The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience.
I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
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