I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have paid.

My debt to you, Belovèd, Is one I cannot pay In any coin of any realm On any reckoning day.

I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store.

What is so addictive about fiction is that it is the one reliable place in which we can apprehend and participate in - fully understand - the inward world of another person.

I am not married, no. I wasn't really into the notion when I was younger, but now I think a proposal is the ultimate romantic gesture.

Information wants you to give me a dollar.

The Afro-American is not a bestial race.

Politicians need human misery. ... Government's a disease masquerading as its own cure.

I have sold my soul. I would sell my soul, if I could have it all.

The Englishman walks before the law like a trained horse in the circus. He has the sense of legality in his bones, in his muscles.

Before you measure the years, you measure the days.

Central planning, judicial activism, and the nanny state all presume vastly more knowledge than any elite have ever possessed.

I have always had a curious nature; I enjoy learning, but I dislike being taught.