God will judge us by our own thoughts and deeds, not by what others say about us.

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

I would rather have your friendship than the love of any other woman in the world.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze.

Keep both heart and hand in your own possession, till you see good reason to part with them.

Because the road is rough and long, Should we despise the skylark's song?

There are great books in this world and great worlds in books.

All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise.

Do you know how helpless you feel if you have a full cup of coffee in your hand and you start to sneeze?

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?

...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.

The roof of my house is covered in solar panels. When Im home, Im a pretty green fellow.

Black has depth.. you can go into it.. And you start seeing what you're afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.

I must say, I am trying to live my life with a sharpie marker approach. You can't erase the strokes you've made, but each step is much bolder and more deliberate.

A tree nowhere offers a straight line or a regular curve, but who doubts that root, trunk, boughs, and leaves embody geometry?

God save us from idealists! They dream of a world without injustice, and what crime won't they commit to get it! I swear, Mirella, I'll settle for a world with good manners.

Nations don't start out. There is not a particular moment when they unveil the essence of themselves. They are always a work in progress.

I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.