I love this quote uttered by the character Widget in The Night Circus. He credits it to Herr Thiessen but knows it is a literary quote by the another author. "Wine is bottled poetry

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

A friend is a gift you give yourself.

Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.

Make the most of the best and the least of the worst.

An aim in life is the only fortune worth finding.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

Nothing more strongly arouses our disgust than cannibalism, yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.

It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.

Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.

Fresh is best.

To comprehend the Wisdom of this Injunction the better, and explain the Duty before us, it should be considered, that Government is the only Means by which human Happiness can be attained.

I think it starts to feel really redundant when you start to do something the same way over and over again. I don't think it's good to become so dependent on a certain writing process.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

The script is what you've dreamed up - this is what it should be. The film is what you end up with.

I guess we all have some sort of Rubicon that we haven't crossed in our lives and we've thought about for who knows how long. And for me, it's writing.

I've been asked repeatedly what the 'key' to acting is, and as far as I'm concerned, the main thing is to keep the audience awake.

Leo waited while the fish centaur put away his supplies. Aphros's lobster-claw horns kept swimming around in his thick hair, and Leo had to resist the urge to try and rescue them.