Oh! she was good as she was fair. None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

To know her was to love her.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

When you're successful, people have no sympathy. Nobody wants to catch the tears of a millionaire.

There's no justice in this world.

Start each day off on the right foot.

I can't speak for George, but I pretty damn well know we got fed up of being sidemen for Paul.

Friendship embraces innumerable ends; turn where you will it is ever at your side; no barrier shuts it out; it is never untimely and never in the way.

A liar is always lavish of oaths. [Fr., Un menteur est toujours prodigue de serments.]

Fantasies are things that can't happen, and science fiction is about things that can happen.

Srebrenica's not simply another reminder of man's inhumanity to man, but how intelligent people can always come up with intelligent reasons to do nothing.

Keeping a journal is like taking good care of one’s heart.

Of the gods we believe, and of men we know, that by a necessary law of their nature they rule wherever they can.