Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.

I do wish you wouldn't argue with me when I'm knitting.

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

A novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.

We have to get away from the class warfare and recognize that we are growing jobs by helping small business.

If I don’t start having service I’m going to swap you all for a dog and shoot the dog.

I've seen attack ships on fire on the shoulder of Orion, I've seen moon beams glisten at the Ten hauser gate, all those memories, lost like tears in the rain.

My behavior is a product of my own conscious choices based on principles, rather than a product of my conditions, based on feelings.

Where you find the attraction for lust and wealth considerably diminished, to whatever creed he may belong, know that his inner spirit is awakening.

In a world of bands called Limp Bizkit and Hoobastank, Electric Sheep rolls off the tongue like a Shakespearean love sonnet. Leave me alone.