It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings it is the soft luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

An easy-going husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.

Emulation is active virtue; envy is brooding malice.

Scandals are like dandelion seeds--they are arrow-headed, and stick where they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold.

Petty laws breed great crimes.

Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds.

I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.

Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.

I am emotionally fluid and safe.

To hear a radical change of perspective is to hear a kingdom minded man speak

You have always known they exist. Everyone feels their presence. Few know the truth. The world of Real Immortals is about to be revealed!

A century ago, people laughed at the notion that we were descended from monkeys. Today, the individuals most offended by that claim are the monkeys.

What people in the world think of you is really none of your business.

Long hair is a security blanket for me. I cut it short a few years ago and I really never want to do that again. When I do cut it, I cut it myself.

I believe that natural history has lost much by the vague general treatment that is so common.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

People who hate often do so with great conviction. What we need are more people who love with conviction.

What, in the devil's name, is the use of respectability, with never so many gigs and silver spoons, if thou inwardly art the pitifulness of all men?