For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

She wants you to be a god, " I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

There is no honour in betraying your friends.

This and this and this.

In creating the only hard thing's to begin

When you put a log on the fire, the light and heat you see is, in a literal sense, the decades of sunshine that tree basked in over its lifetime.

My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .

Man is raw and wild, that is one of the reasons why he needs the Christian teaching.

The magic of the pen lies in the concentration of your thoughts upon one object.

The time has come for professional jurors.

Self-approval and self-acceptance in the now are the main keys to positive changes in every area of our lives.

On the road to your target, move cleverly and silently; when you reached your target, be humble and silent!

Art is no crime. It's every artist's responsibility to make art that is meaningful