The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!

Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.

We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

I have always maintained that the one important phenomenon presented by modern society is - the enormous prosperity of Fools.

Because paper has more patience than people.

[W]e need to think twice about raining down vengeance and anger as our default position.

We need teacher educators who regularly spend a great deal of time in classrooms so they have a deep understanding of where they students will teach.

Why waste your life working for a few shillings a week in a scullery, eighteen hours a day, when a woman could earn a decent wage by selling her body instead?

I don't think any player lives up to his potential, because people out there put you so high on a pedestal, you'll never be as good as they expect.

Hopefully, any character I play has an anchor in reality.

My impulse is to create an aesthetic that's about a humanistic approach to a world and trying to create compassion for all the characters.

As screenwriters, we struggle with our own success. We have wallpapered our world and now we can't get anyone to notice the picture we just hung.

We all had to search for more words to describe things.

God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.