It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

there is nothing so easy as to be wise for others; a species of prodigality, by-the-by - for such wisdom is wholly wasted.

Strange mystery of our nature, that those in whom genius develops itself in imagination, thus taking its most ethereal form, should yet be the most dependent on the opinions of others!

For me, California is all about rest, relaxation, space.

My point has always been that, ever since the Industrial Revolution, science fiction has been the most important genre there is.

Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.

My best moment of 2011 would definitely be the birth of my daughter six weeks ago, on September 25.

I hate writing about personal stuff. I don't have a Facebook page. I don't use my Twitter account. I am familiar with both, but I don't use them.

Madame Aubain's servant Felicite was the envy of the ladies of Pont-l'Eveque for half a century.

To promote laughter without joining in it greatly heightens the effect.

I've always spent a lot of time on my records with what I think were unique rhythmic approaches... but no one ever writes about your rhythm playing

To some of us the thought of God is like a sort of quiet music playing in the background of the mind.