That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.

It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant(Isabella)

I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment.

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

The other raised his club and attacked L, who inexpliciably fell over on his back like an overturned frog.

On the trail of another man the biographer must put up with finding himself at every turn: any biography uneasily shelters an autobiography within it.

Because we all carry the Truth within us as our essence, we recognize it immediately.

Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.

I actually think I perform better away from home.

My first love will always be movies.

And the thing which is missing is love, some feeling for, as well as some understanding of, the inclusive community of rocks and soils, plants and animals, of which we are a part.

All the best parts of art come from pain turned to celebration.

Of course, your ideas can be stolen... I used to think it was immoral; now I think of it as a compliment... Ultimately, an idea isn't yours; it's only your take on something.

A collection of huts surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and in the huts lived 500 of the original inhabitants of our area. And so it went with many country towns around Australia.