How poor are they who have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.

Poverty is a noose that strangles humility and breeds disrespect for God and man.

I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Life is a mirror, if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting.

Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.

You have NO idea how fast my heart races when I see you.