It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.Silence
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.Beauty
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.Short Perspective Mind
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.Life Music Short
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.Effort Evil Soul
O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude...Mind
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other? 
It is never too late to be what you might have been. 
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses. 
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact. 
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. 
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. 
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better. 
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. 
O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude... 