Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

Fair is whatever God wants to do.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Pride is the rope God allows us all.

It is one thing to be sick of your own infirmities and another to understand that the people you love most are sick of them also. You are very near then to being friendless in the world.

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three

Syrians have a national identity beyond the sectarian divide. Syria's national identity would be weaker and poorer if it didn't have this beautiful pluralism between Arabs, Kurds, and sects.

Most books fail, not so much from a want of ability in their authors, as from an absence in their productions of a thorough development of their ability.

Have you no morals, man?' 'Can't afford them,Governor.

There is nothing a Man of good Sense dreads so much in a Wife, as her having more Sense than himself.

The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.

This oration will be read five hundred years hence with as much rapture as it was heard. It ought to be read at the end of every century, and indeed at the end of every year, forever and ever.

I'm afraid the negative things are always the great subjects. Failure is much more interesting than success.

Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.