“Men’s natures are alike, it is their habits that carry them far apart.”

“It is only the wisest and the stupidest that cannot change.”

“The object of the superior man is truth.”

“The essence of knowledge is, having it, to apply it not having it, to confess your ignorance.”

“A man who does not plan long ahead will find trouble right at his door.”

“Silence is the true friend that never betrays.”

“Humility is the solid foundation of all the virtues.”

“With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow – I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud.”

“When anger rises, think of the consequences.”

“Study the past if you would define the future.”

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” – Confucius

“To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.”

“The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.”

“Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.”

I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree... Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better!

The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.

True knowledge comes only through suffering

Never say No when the world says Aye

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,—- Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight Will not look the same by day.

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm.

A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and the gods.

The great chasm between the thing I say, & the thing I would say, wd be quite dispiriting to me, in spite even of such kindnesses as yours, if the desire did not master the despondency.

Did you think of that? Who burns his viol will not dance, I know. To cymbals, Romney.

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all . . .

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me...-toll The silver iterance!

I take her as God made her, and as men Must fail to unmake her, for my honoured wife.

And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak, Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties My hair...now could I but unloose my soul! We are sepulchred alive in this close world, And want more room.

Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile!

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes.

The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me...

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

I shall but love thee bitter after death

And trade is art, and art's philosophy, In Paris.

The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

The world of books is still the world.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.