Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in favor of two.
There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.