One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything. A Woman of No Importance

The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise. Don Quixote

“The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence." Uncle Vanya

This ordered universe, which is the same for all, was not created by any one of the gods or by man, but always was, is, and shall be, an ever-living Flame that is first kindled and then quenched in turn. [The universe bursts forth and then is reabsorbed, yet its Source is ever-living, like a Sun that never sets] and who can hide from that which never sets? [That eternal Intelligence in man] is forever beyond change; Fragments