One must always be careful of books, " said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.

Demon pox. There's always demon pox.

He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

While the Clave disapproves of trespassers, oddly they take an even darker view of beheading and skinning people. They're peculiar that way.

When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.

But words mattered, more so in Newark than many other places. In a world where income and possessions were limited, words represented dignity, pride, self-worth.

Books give knowledge. Mistakes gives experience.

I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth

Every place is the same, but we put names and numbers, build building different types... so far to remember them better and to recognize them better!

It is impossible to meditate on time and the mystery of nature without an overwhelming emotion at the limitations of human intelligence.

The price of our non-discipleshi p is high for those without Christ.

His puppyhood was a period of foolish rebellion. He was always worsted, but he fought back because it was his nature to fight back. And he was unconquerable.

Get the fundamentals down and the level of everything you do will rise

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.