It is well to be wise sometimes, for others’ sake, but not for our own, oh! not for our own. - H. Rider Haggard

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds and kills!

Fire may be lovely and attractive, also comforting at a proper distance, but he who sits on the top of it is cremated, as many a moth has found.

. . . there are always plenty of fools in the world and the fool who comes after is just as big as the fool who went before. Death spills the water of wisdom upon the sand . . . and sand is thirsty stuff that soon grows dry again. If it were not so . . . men would soon stop falling in love with women, and yet even great ones . . . fall in love.