Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody.

All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances.

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!

The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time.

Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond.

Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.

The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied.

Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.

Magic doesn’t work when you’re sad.

As a kid I was made to walk the plank. We couldn't afford a dog.

Sermons remain one of the last forms of public discourse where it is culturally forbidden to talk back.

The fuel for the sports fan is the ability to have private theories.

How does hating get started? It's started by the jealous people, and they get mad over the things you have.

We don't live in our fears. We live in our hopes.

Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

It's nice to find people who live on the fringe, finding one another and she's just unrelentingly funny.

This game is so elusive. You try to maintain the peaks and level up the valleys.