Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

No coward soul is mine.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work. That jump can only be made with rock solid feet.

Repetition draws us into music, and repetition draws music into us.

I made promises. I intend to keep them.

Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.

Politics is the art of choosing between the disastrous and the unpalatable.

My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age; and he grew up, literally without education.

No man has the mind of Christ, except him who makes it his business to obey him.

I think people expect mud at festivals, I think you'd be asking for your money back if you didn't get it.

We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.

The eye seems to be responding to something living.