The multitude is always in the wrong.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

Insecurities are like mosquitos, you try to get rid of them but they still come back.

Aww." Sarah patted Mr Trinozka on one of his shoulders. "How cute are you?" She turned to Charlotte. "I love country monsters." Sarah, Witch of the 13th Generation

We live with the scars we choose.

A suicide is tragic because nothing interrupted it.

Choosing a goal and sticking to it changes everything.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Today five out of six non-Christians in our world have no hope unless missionaries come to them and plant the church among them.

Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer.

We can't help identifying with the protagonist. It's coded in our movie-going DNA.

I really like stories, so in a way it doesn't matter for me if they are real or fiction.