One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.