Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

If you want to keep your memories$$$ you first have to live them.

It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat$$$ the eyes laughed$$$ and they felt that the life they were perhaps going to lose$$$ was after all$$$ a good thing.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body's sight can sometimes forget$$$ but the soul remembers forever.

The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.

Never be haughty to the humble$$$ never be humble to the haughty.

Rejection itself means the finite.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow$$$<br/>But yet the body is his book.

Vanity is my favourite sin.