The curse of God must have been on our people when we chose him out of so many noble sons of the South, who would have carried us safely through this Revolution.

Now, gentlemen, let tomorrow be their Waterloo!

That living specimen of gall and hatred, that individual.

The enemy has assailed my outposts in heavy force. I have fallen back on the line of Bull Run and will make a stand at Mitchell's Ford.

He suddenly saw the enterprise of literature as essentially mad.

Original sin is a very commercial idea, ” said Duyckinck. “How do you think the Bible stays in print year after year?

Melville to Hawthorne: "In your stories, you seem to understand that the dramatic moments come not when a character must choose between right and wrong buy when he must choose between two wrongs.

Destroying oneself, he thought ruefully, should always be done at a deliberate pace.

Politics and the fate of mankind are shaped by men without ideals and without greatness.

A kiss from my mother made me a painter.

After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.

Story is the language of the heart.

I think we invent jargon because it saves times talking to one-another.

You have to respect everybodys desires and way of living.

I like writing songs. I like the camarderie of the and. I like touring. I love playing bass. And then there's free beer.

Is the world crucified to you or does it fascinate you?

Remember: once you have ascertained that you are dealing with hostile intruders, the staircase becomes a free-fire zone.

At this point in my life Id like to live as if only love mattered.