Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

It is always assumed by the empty-headed, who chatter about themselves for want of something better, that people who do not discuss their affairs openly must have something to hide.

Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

As long love exist in this so do hatred

Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference.

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

I didn't really escape that gravity until I moved 300 miles south to go to college at 18, where authorship no longer seemed something liable to induce vengeful punishment.

Lack of judgement doesn't mean that you don't see what is or is not. It simply means that you realize that everyone is constantly changing - everyone is made up of conscioussness.

There's some invisible guy, up in the sky, who can kill you, because he loves you.

The rocks. They carry the chronology of water. All things simultaneously living and dead in your hands.

A lot of people have already labeled me the Savior.

My reaction to a lot of the current situation that we're in is based in part on a serious concern that the present administration's course ignores reality.