Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.

Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not other, it is your own mind.

We Create God, Mankind's Nature.

Particularly on social media, there is that level of detachment, some people feel like they can say whatever pops in their head .

Running for president was a good decision.

There is a big logical jump between acknowledging the destructive nature of hyperinflation and arguing that the lower the rate of inflation, the better.

I always like to incorporate one or two chic accessories that contrast with the more gritty look of my daily uniform: a leather jacket and jeans.

Its limitations are those of the physical universe: it won't let you play with some really wild ideas that aren't possible, but are fun to speculate about.

Darkness is so predictable.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

With us, when you speak of ‘the river,’ though there be many, you mean always the same one, the great river, the shifting, unappeasable god of the country, feared and loved the Mississippi.