Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.

To me, he is art, poetry for the eyes and heart. He is the most terrifyingly beautiful guy I have ever seen. And his scars have to tell a story...

Although we may wish for more or strive to do better than we have, in these times it is enough to keep your soul.

Knowing that you knew everything about us before we were bornLord, your love is amazing

The thought of judgment, criticism and condemnation must, in time, operate against the one who sets it into motion.

It is a distinction to have many virtues, but a hard lot.

We will never forget that blessing. It was the most pained and moving blessing, which left us with the extreme testimony of his will to complete his ministry until the end.

There are days when none of us can bear it, but the good comes around again. Happiness is seasonal, like anything else. Wait it out. There are people who love you. People who can help.

I cook anything but chitlins.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.