There's no harm in hoping for the best as long as you're prepared for the worst.

Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

We all came in on different ships$$$ but we're all in the same boat now.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome$$$ he would never begin.

Hope is a passion for the possible.

In my great melancholy$$$ I loved life$$$ for I love my melancholy.

What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.