Man's real life is happy chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

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We loved with a love that was more than love.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry.

He who would travel happily must travel light.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.

It's impossible to protect your kids against disappointment in life.