The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.

Light is the shadow of God.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

All the wonders you seek are within yourself.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

I think I've lived quite the unorthodox life so far, but you probably feels that way about yourself too. So much goes untold in our lives.

I remember trying to work out like crazy to get rid of all of my womanly features because I thought they made me fat.

I have an instinct for finding the odd location, the dismissed face, the eerie atmosphere, the oppressed mood.

There is no telling how many wars it will take to secure freedom in the homeland.

When you love life, life will love you back.

When you have children it wakes up the child in you.

I was always fascinated with the way that things pop on the Internet - the ways you build communities and create little stories and ideas that people play around with and send back to you.

It is wonderful to be despised, if, deep down, we know we are right.

As a child, I loved story books and wanted to be in them so desperately and live the stories.

The ocean ... like the air, is the common birth-right of mankind.