A louse in the locks of literature.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

Few things are as exhilarating and challenging for a man as winning a woman’s heart.Few things are as efficient in preserving your marriage as doing it every day, for the rest of your life.

All women are the same, really: They are strong, but they are afraid of their own strength.

You have to have a catcher because if you don't you're likely to have a lot of passed balls.

Tories never actually talk about getting rid of their leader, then suddenly there us a flash of steel between he shoulder-blades and rigormortis sets in.

When all is said and done, teaching is what I try to do for a living.

Most women get pregnant and even though it's a challenge physically and uncomfortable, they generally wanted to be pregnant.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

As I like to say, take the shot, even if your knees are shaking.

To me, the only reason for guns in civilian hands is for sporting purposes.

But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.