The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

I neither revenge nor forgive, I just choose to ignore.

I think she is beautiful, but in a way that is not friendly, like in a way that just makes me want her to be mine.

I’d tell you not to swoon, but he’d catch you, so never mind.

I like to write poetry.

I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?

A lot of novels use crime as a stepping stone to talk about greater issues. So I just think of myself as a writer.

Getting a room's not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.

Reason works better when emotions are present; the person sees sharper and more accurately when his emotions are engaged.

Don't get upset girl, that's how it goes. I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door.

Then we heard the rumours: that the last scientists were working on a cure that would end the plague and restore the world. Restore it? Why? I like the death! I like the misery! I like this world!