Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.

Every challenge provides light. The light of understanding about life and truth.

In your search for a rich or wealthy man to complete you, standup to the challenges of deserving a right man, and what you will have in the end is a well-rounded partner.

When you make a mistake, understand it not as a mistake but as a lesson. This however, is if and only if you have learned something from it.

P.S. Please don't call me Isabella. That name belongs to a really pretty girl who never wrecks her clothes and who never gets dirt under her fingernails. That's definitely not me. My name is Izzy.

I am not the King. Jesus Christ is the King. I’m just an entertainer.

It is through truth & non-violence that I can have some glimpse of God. Truth & non-violence are my God. They are the obverse and reverse of the same coin.

He's the strangest hitter in baseball. Figure him out one way and he'll kill you another.

Green Day is politically brain-dead but I love the little monkeys.

Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.