Samuel Butler (4 December 1835 – 18 June 1902) was an English novelist and critic, best known for the satirical utopian novel Erewhon (1872) and the semi-autobiographical novel The Way of All Flesh (published posthumously in 1903 and re-edited in 1964 as Ernest Pontifex or The Way of All Flesh)....
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
God cannot alter the past, though historians can.
Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.
Never discourage anyone...who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.
It is the fight alone that pleases us, not the victory.
Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn't say that she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she'd survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.
I love you, and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.
—Nicholas Sparks in The Lucky One