Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

We are so fearful that almost all of humanity has to depend on an invisible person with the name of God.

Laughter lights up the darkness.

Apathy sets in when our passion for the future is miscarried.

They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game

Chinese civilisation is so systematic that wild animals have been abolished on principle.

She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself.

I did win [on a contest]. And that started me on a new path, and into show business.

I used to be hyper, throw crazy and not think about what I wanted to do with each pitch. Now I have a better understanding of what it is to be a major league pitcher.

While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.