It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

No sensible man ever engages, unprepared, in a fencing match of words with a woman.

The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

The fool's crime is the crime that is found out and the wise man's crime is the crime that is not found out.

I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.

I am wealth, prosperity, and abundance. God multiplies this and I give thanks I AM receiving more and more money everyday.

Go find yourself first so you can also find me.

For me, the cool thing is doing things that could only be done in gaming.

I'm most comfortable with the Southern dialects, really. It's easy, for example, for me to do Irish because we've got Irish heritage where I come from.

Sometimes we can make everything a little too perfect. I always was a fan of giving direction, but every now and then going, "I don't know. What do you think? Let's see what happens."

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

There is nothing Modern about doing dumb things for dumb reasons.

Society is composed of two great classes, those that have more dinners than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.