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Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large - I contain multitudes.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surprises me; that with the hurt and the mess comes a shift of

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and phy

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect when it began, or if there were a day when it was not. It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive new periods of pain.