The day after the darkest hour is always the most beautiful.

There reaches a time when it is betrayal for a woman to sleep with her husband.

Loneliness is an emaciation of the spirit. -Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind

That he had been born an artist—in all ways—a paragon of romantic torment out of the likes of some Brontë novel—has yet to make itselfknown to him. He watches himself unfold.

The business of imagined pleasure is associated with pain.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

A thing or one’s eyes are not maya (deceit), but the attraction that occurs due to the sense is maya!

Friends disappear or they are powerless. This is what misfortune meansan acid test of friendship.I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

The terrible poverty of pride is that there is nothing that can be taken in selfishness which will exceed what is received when nothing is expected and everything is offered.

Designs are increasingly winning competitions because they are literally green, and because somewhere they feature a small windmill.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

Christian obedience, by its very nature, has a heroic character.

If you want me to come and caddie for you full time, you've got to sit down and do some hard work and do some hard yards because that's what I expect.

…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.