The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

To know her was to love her.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

Familiarity breeds contempt and children.

But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out.

War is not the only arena where peace is done to death.

I get very unsettled by the mess of Christmas. I find the decorations a little bit hard, as my desire for everything to match is never fully satisfied.

There can be economy only where there is efficiency.

We don't need wings to be angels We don't need reasons to be right Your love makes us all better That who we really are Angels and heroes at heart

For me, its always a failure of the imagination. I have that anxiety that time is passing, that everything is ultimately fleeting and impermanent. I better take advantage of every single moment.

I wouldn't say I'm drawn to dark roles, and it's not like I pick and choose.

It's such a terrifying thing when mobs of people get together and persecute foreigners.

The power to learn is present in everyone's soul, and the instrument with which each learns is like an eye that cannot be turned around from darkness to light without turning the whole body.