Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

You were my marital bliss, ” he said to me this morning. “You can be again!” You know what I answered? “A marital blister, that’s what we’ll have if I stay.

Cinders patter, falling with the snow. We creep infinitesimally northward through the dirty chaos of a world in the process of making itself. Praise then Creation unfinished!

God’s Word transforms you into someone who reflects His glory.

I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.

All our words ought to be filled with true sweetness and grace; and this will be so if we mingle the useful with the sweet.

If people destroy something replaceable made by mankind, they are called vandals; if they destroy something irreplaceable made by God, they are called developers.

I think that the consumer is generally unaware of certain material facts, particularly the tax risk and compensation issues.

When I swing at a golf ball right, my mind is blank and my body is loose as a goose.