He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

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.

By all means, tell the cops about the crazy robot lady with the black leather body suit and the Kill Bill sword. Hope you like straitjackets.

Trust your sacred-soul. It is truest divine self.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

The moral world is as little exempt as the physical world from the law of ceaseless change of perpetual flux.

There is little anyone can do with fanatics. Reasoning with them is a fool's errand. Avoiding them is mandatory.

Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.

I wondered if there were other restless people asking the question with me: What if Jesus meant the stuff he said?.

Wolves together stand howling soft and loud at light, singing family songs.

The love withheld is always the love we long for most.

Great art does not break with the past. It breaks with the present by emulating the best of the past.