Thomas Carlyle
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love-and to put its trust in life.
Joseph Conrad
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
John Dryden
Aristotle
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Bergman
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte
