Pleasure dies at the very moment when it charms us most.

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that things are difficult

A sword by itself does not slay; it is merely the weapon used by the slayer.

The important thing about a problem is not its solution, but the strength we gain in finding the solution

Don't stumble over something behind you.

We become wiser by adversity; prosperity destroys our appreciation of the right.

Great men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.

When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.

There in no one more unfortunate than the man who has never been unfortunate. for it has never been in his power to try himself.

It's all in your headJ you have the power to make things seem hard or easy or even amusing. The choice is yours.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Some people say falling in love is the beginning of life, but some people says it is the end of theirs.

When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life

She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.

The walls of hell are coated with arrogance, and the floor is covered with pride.

Blues and jazz pulled me away from what was left of my family.

We're doing fine. The fire is no closer today than it was yesterday or the day before. They expected or feared very high winds last night, and they didn't get them.

The habit of an opinion often leads to the complete conviction of its truth, it hides the weaker parts of it, and makes us incapable of accepting the proofs against it.

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. " You truly are one frightening little monster.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75