Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.

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.

But the truth doesn't need to be known, or believed, to be true.

Diabetes is passed that way -- over and down, like a knight in chess.

Where the old tracks are lost new country is revealed with its wonders.

I'm a terrible punster. And I love to rhyme. I just can't help myself.

The rule is to carry as little as possible.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

Narrative living is the beginning of rhetoric.

Look to the fields white unto harvest; pray for the fields; prepare for the fields; go to the fields or support those who go.

Meanings is not important, said the BFG. I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.

If you tell the story emotionally in a truthful way, then you start naturally looking at the landscape and thinking "Wow, we have to watch out."