I was on the point of breaking off the conversation, for nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?

I possess so much, but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much, but without her I have nothing.

It seems it has been my fate to sadden those I should have made happy.

I could be living the best and happiest of lives if only I were not a fool.

Once we are lost unto ourselves, everything else is lost to us.

It is not easy in this world for one person to understand the next one.

Man needs only a small patch of earth for his pleasures, and a smaller one still to rest beneath.

Solitude is precious balm to my heart in these paradistic parts.

To be a good writer, become a good listener.

Be kind to humanity, she is very lonely, everyone is busy with themselves.

With the truth, all given facts harmonize; but with what is false, the truth soon hits a wrong note.

Just because you're living in blissful oblivion doesn't mean you're not responsible.

We don't know how God chooses martyrs. We do know that they give us the most precious gift they possess - their very lives.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.

Tim Henman, I guess, is sitting in the locker room, pacing up and down.

I do not want to be civilized. I want to be liberated.

If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.

My senses tell me hubba.