It is said that life is too short, and that’s quite true, unless you are lonely. Loneliness can bring time to its knees; an absolute and utter standstill.

Maybe other people are like mirrors that we see ourselves in; versions of ourselves that vary dramatically depending on the particular cut of glass.

I've known people whose faces rested naturally in a smile and I'm certain their lives were much different because of that.

We are all eccentrics in our dreams. Lunatics, even.

Books aren’t just my defenses, the sandbags I use to fortify my position; they are also the building blocks of my soul, and I am the sum of all I read.

I wonder if music is the only expression of the soul that is not hopelessly compromised in communication.

Without art; without paintings, books, sculpture and music, the human soul would be quite impenetrable, don't you think?

Reading was not a fallback position for her but an ideal state of being.

We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

I believe that Providence would never have allowed us to see the victory of the Movement if it had the intention after all to destroy us at the end.

It is unity that doth enchant me. By her power I am free though thrall, happy in sorrow, rich in poverty, and quick even in death.

She needs to seem tough, and whatever Hillary's weaknesses, tough is a pretty good word to describe her.

The difficulty in living our religion is when we haven't totally made the commitment necessary.

Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will.

I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men and slaves of women.

There's always that fear of your own head and the things you're going to think.