I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

Have you ever heard the earth breath?

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

Remember the Morning Star, ” he enjoined. But I didn’t tell him about Tegg, whose face was the starry void itself...

Your story is the greatest legacy that you will leave to your friends.It's the longest-lasting legacy you will leave to your heirs.

She's the quiet type who's into heavy metal.

Peace has in it trust in the Lord, that He governs all things, provides all things, and leads to a good end.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

I have always followed the most passionate course.

I was always a class clown, so I never had trouble fitting in; I just had trouble finding out where I really wanted to be.

In physics the truth is rarely perfectly clear, and that is certainly universally the case in human affairs. Hence, what is not surrounded by uncertainty cannot be the truth.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

As soon as we react, we become slaves. A man blames me, and I immediately react in the form of anger. A little vibration which he created made me a slave.