One murder makes a villian, millions a hero

Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; 'Tis what I feel, but can't define, 'Tis what I know but can't express

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

Through the sequester'd vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.

One murder makes a villain millions a hero.

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

Writers are creatures of habit, as are humans, but writers aren’t necessarily human, are they?

As an artist, you have to keep reinventing yourself.

Why abandon a seat in your own home to wander in vain through dusty regions of another land? If you make one false step, you miss what is right before your eyes.

In show business the saying seems too often true: it isn't enough to succeed; someone else must fail.

People don't live nowadays: they get about ten percent out of life.

I travel backwards and forwards quite a lot. I live very near to the train station. I'm kind of playing at being an expatriate, I suppose.

For men to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

I love to watch my movies. You have no idea...I would watch my movies like over a hundred times.

I know," she said, guessing my thoughts. "I know exactly how you feel." "Does it get easier?" I asked. Unlike Sydney, Olena had an answer. "Yes. But you'll never be the same.

I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter