I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

When you understand the value of time, the resource and the wealth of time, you will be running away from the crowd.

Presidential elections always turn on personalities, they turn on how campaigns are run, they turn on natural desires for change.

Fashion embraces the weirdos. They're into that. There are always young people that people in fashion are interested in. You know, youth and vitality and energy - it brings something different.

The world you see outside of you will always be a reflection of what you have inside of you.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.

It is the next step forward on the path to the sunrise, and the sun is rising over a new heaven and a new earth.

It would be an error to try to build the Kingdom of Heaven upon envy. For nothing that is founded on envy can thrive; it must have another root.

Wizard's Sixth Rule The only sovereign you can allow to rule you is reason.

The spirit is smothered, as it were, by ignorance, but so soon as ignorance is destroyed, spirit shine forth, like the sun when released from clouds.

We surround ourselves with what is better or see other people as role models. You go, "If they can do this, so can I." That starts to trigger people, as well.