Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.

Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.

The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Colors are the smiles of nature.

Patience and gentleness is power.

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.

I do not use psychiatric terms in my writing because the entrenched and developing behaviours were perfectly normal reactions to abnormal situations.

If you never been rabid, you ain't never lived.

If you ever find happiness by hunting for it you will find it as the old woman did her lost spectacles safe on her nose all the time.

I grew up a nerd and now I'm a geek? I don't know.

It was in the Theatre St. Philippe (they has laid a temporary floor over the parquette seats) in the city we now call New Orleans, in the month of September, and in the year 1803.

Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams.

The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

Microcurrent devices are actually really good because they stimulate the muscles, but I'm not a big fan of injectables. You don't know what they'll do to your face in the long run.

Common sense doesn't have the last word in ethics or anywhere else, but it has, as J. L. Austin said about ordinary language, the first word: it should be examined before it is discarded.