Chaucer I confess is a rough diamond and must be polished e'er he shines.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

So we waited. I felt useless. I felt like I was in the way. I wished I had some nervous habits so I could indulge in them.

I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he's wrong. Than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.

People get together and go to the movies or on hikes, but everyone maintains their own independent domicile.

The essential question is not, however, how love began, but whether it is growing.

It's never right to give up on someone.

There are so many good venues in Chicago.

Assertion is not argument; to contradict the statement of an opponent is not proof that you are correct.

Teasing out the way the world might look through another's eyes is what makes the creative process so fascinating and enjoyable.

If history moves forward, knowledge of it travels backwards, so that in writing of our own recent past we are continually meeting ourselves coming the other way.

This man was so absent-mindedly clever that he could paint pictures that didn’t just follow you around the room but went home with you and did the washing-up.