O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.

She who means no mischief does it all.

Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.

The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.

Reason gains all people by compelling none.

Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

A man can only rise, conquer, and achieve by lifting up his thoughts.

It could be a work of art among vendettas

But we were talking about me and my problems." Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely. "I don't think we're going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.

Dragons and bridges are very much something out of fairy tales and fantasy.

He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

My daughters are the heart of my heart and the center of my world

We are determined to defeat them and destroy them on the walls of our capital, as we are determined to destroy their miserable armies in every Muslim spot.

Give a kid a book, and you change the world. In a way, even the universe.

Any serious effort to reform the media system would have to necessarily be part of a revolutionary program to overthrow the capitalist system itself.