The mind is an enchanting thing.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

...a good man cannot be harmed either in life or in death, and that his affairs are not neglected by the gods.

The key that unlocks a door is a key to keep if you want to go through that door again.

The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.

Distance is the Enemy of Awareness.

Your strength lies in your Hope. Your salvation lies in your Faith.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

I make music as good as possible, but I do reference cultural icons, because I want my music to be a time capsule of 2007.

Genre fiction, as Terry Pratchett has pointed out, is a stew. You take stuff out of the pot, you put stuff back. The stew bubbles on.

Relinquishing apparent national sovereignty does not have to entail a loss of national sovereignty, but can actually be a benefit.

Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?