Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Most people are willing to take the Sermon on the Mount as a flag to sail under, but few will use it as a rudder by which to steer.
A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.
The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.
Don't flatter yourselves that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. On the contrary, the nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.
Have the courage to act instead of react.
Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.
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