They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done-- done, see you!-- under that sky there, every day.

You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.

You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer, ” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.

I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.

To me, the solidarity of readers is far more important than the solidarity of writers, particularly since readers in fact find ways to connect over a book or books, whatever they may be.

I don’t even have money for a cheeseburger!

I want to preach the gospel so plainly that men can come from the factories and not have to bring along a dictionary.

We [americans] are not a freedom-loving people in the beautiful, spiritual sense. We have an inspiring Constitution, but we're a hardhearted people.

We have to build a political consensus and that requires people to give up a little bit of their own ... in order to create this common ground.

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

The Creator has given me the strength to look forward in life, to embrace the beautiful and the positive. Now I truly walk in beauty.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?