She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The world was hers for the reading.

There are very few bad people. There are just a lot of people that are unlucky.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

It is a good thing to learn the truth one's self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them to stretch.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life...And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.

The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

No man deserves a woman like that. He mortgages his very soul to win her and spends his life paying off the debt.

Of course, I know that love is sometimes like that—some men love men, some women love women.

Oh my luve's like a red red rose That's newly sprung in June Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

There is no life without consciousness; there is no consciousness without life.

I can often tell when drawings are done from photographs, because you can tell what they miss out, what the camera misses out: usually weight and volume - there's a flatness to them.

If what we said cannot go beyond the century we live in, it means that we have said nothing. Let us say something for all the centuries!

God is by definition the holder of all possible knowledge, it would be impossible for him to have faith in anything. Faith, then, is built upon ignorance and hope.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.