It is not yet a feeling that points her in a direction. It is just the feeling of a vacuum, a void waiting to be filled.

That was a matter suspended between heaven and earth, awaiting the hand of destiny.

They understood what had really held the market together before. Violence. After all, what good was a debt if the creditor couldn't compel it to be paid?

Here is a paradox: People who think imperfect are closer to perfection than their counterparts who claim that they're perfect or closer...

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

When you have a good mother and no father, God kind of sits in. It's not enough, but it helps.

Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.

Tomorrow every Duchess in London will be waiting to kiss me.

Greediness of getting more deprives... the enjoyment of what it had got.