Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. – Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880), letter to Louise Colet, 1846 October 7th, tr
A good deed is never lost. He who sows courtesy, reaps friendship; he who plants kindness, gathers love; pleasure bestowed on a grateful mind was never sterile, but generally gratitude begets reward. – St. Basil
Thats free enterprise, friends: freedom to gamble, freedom to lose. And the great thing – the truly democratic thing about it – is that you dont even have to be a player to lose. – Barbara Ehrenreich
Perhaps, to the uninformed, it may appear unaccountable that a man should be able to retain in his memory such a variety of learning but the close alliance with each other, of the different branches of science, will explain the difficulty. – Marcus V. Pollio
