Thou art my life: I the brook, thou the spring. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)

Thou art my life: I the brook, thou the spring. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
Sometimes I wake, and, lo! I have forgot, And drifted out upon an ebbing sea! My soul that was at rest now resteth not, For I am with myself and not with thee. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)
Places lie beyond these where we may live in peace, and be tempted to do no harm. We will take the road that promises to have that end, and we would not turn out of it, if it were a hundred times worse than our fears lead us to expect. Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)
A very little key will open a very heavy door. Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)
It was but imagination, yet imagination had all the terrors of reality; nay, it was worse, for the reality would have come and gone, and there an end, but in imagination it was always coming, and never went away. Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)
Let philosophy scrape off your own faults, rather than be a way to rail against the faults of others. Seneca (4 B.C.E. – 65 A.D.)
Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity; Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Time, force, and death, Do to this body what extremes you can; But the strong base and building of my love Is as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all things to it. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
He who asks of life nothing but the improvement of his own nature, and a continuous good progress towards inner contentment and spiritual submission, is less likely than anyone else to miss and waste life. Henri Amiel (1821 – 1881)