Keep your sword close and your friends closer.

ALL words are made-up: Do you think we find them fully formed on the ocean floor, or mine from them in some remote part of Wales?

I'll hide it on the Internet

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

Today is the yesterday you won't remember tomorrow.

We have lost, being born, as much as we shall lose dying: Everything!

Conquer a liar with truth.

Once artists are expected to shock, it's that much harder for them to do so.

God's unspotted faithfulness never failed any soul that durst trust himself in its arms.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

I am my own judge of what truths I shall tell. The truth can do just as much harm as a lie.