The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

No coward soul is mine.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

To find inner bliss and happiness through yoga, learn to accept things as they are by changing your thoughts.

the idea of being invisibly alone in a crowd of strangers is so tempting for a number of introverts...or maybe for loneliness?

Argot is both a literary and a social phenomenon. What is argot, properly speaking? Argot is the language of misery.

A sacrifice is not convenient. If it is something we can easily do, then it is not a sacrifice.

That's the illusion of stillness. There is no secret. Only the implication of one by its possesor".

I am not God. Nor am I Phantom. I am ready to accept any criticism. I have been in politics for decades. Each and every day, in several media, there is criticism of me.

I like it when shows end intentionally, and Review, especially, has such a long form narrative that it feels like you need to give it a thoughtfully constructed finale.

A full cup of wine at the right time is worth more than all the kingdoms of this earth!

Nothing has a more sinister effect on art than the artist's desire to prove that he's good. The terrible temptation of idealism!

Some one invented the telephone, And interrupted a nation's slumbers, Ringing wrong but similar numbers.