The love of learning the sequestered nooks And all the sweet serenity of books.

Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny for it is destiny.

A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.