Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.

[On homosexuality:] Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond - yet the world will call it unclean.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

I have put my pen at the service of some of the most persecuted and misunderstood people in the world. So far as I know nothing of the kind has ever been attempted before in fiction.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

Life's not all beer and skittles

in this world there is only toleration for the so-called normal.

the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.

We all have potential for greatness in ourselves. The only thing we need to do is to find it.

Gratefulness and forgiveness leads to happiness.

Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.

You have neither the clout nor the experience to make a threat like that, Victor.

All the difference between men and angels is, men are passing through the day of trial that angels have already passed through.

Psychology is still trying to explain the perception of the position of an object in space, along with its shape, size, and so on, and to understand the sensations of color.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

I look up to myself, tryna get better. Always tryna get better.

I wasn't a perfect thing at 17. I didn't have confidence. I was hunched over and real embarrassed, and I didn't want to be in the limelight. But it changed over time.

We had a dog, Apples. He was 13 years old, toothless, blind and had the worst breath this side of Jabba the Hut. But he was the sweetest dog, and I cried and cried when he died.