Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, cloggy mass.

War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

You will find the poet who wrings the heart of the world, or the foremost captain of his time, driving a bargain or paring a potato, just as you would do.

... while the light burning within may have been divine, the outer case of the lamp was assuredly cheap enough.

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.

America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.

We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.

Reform is born of need, not pity.

Faith is like a pickpocket who loans a person his own money on generous terms.

Now, public libraries are most admirable institutions, but they have one irritating custom. They want their books back.

When you love someone, it's never over, ' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I went to study some orchestration stuff because I got so inspired working with all the orchestras.

So with that will prompt and prepared to serve all those whom I perceive to be servants of my Lord, I will speak of three things with simplicity and love as if I were speaking to my own soul.

My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.

Every time you tell someone that you are going to fly and they talk about gravity, that is doubt.

It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.