Things were first made, then words.

Good deeds in this life are coals raked up in embers, to make a fire next day

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it.

Beauty is only skin deep.

The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry is like the potato. The best part is underground.

Wit is brushwood; judgment, timber; the one gives the greatest flame, the other yields the most durable heat; and both meeting make the best fire.

A flatterer is the shadow of a fool.

An Ambitious woman shewes her selfe to bee a troublesome disturber of the world, powerfull to make smale things great, and great monstrous

Wit and woman are two frail things, and both the frailer by concurring.

Nature is God's. Art is man's instrument.

The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors is like a potato - the only good belonging to him is underground.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn't have needed to write a whole novel about it.

Better a friend to all his weight in gold.

...there is no better time to examine and understand one’s selfhood than when it is dissected and hurtling through darkness.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

I don't know. I think it's funny! I think it's funny! I go, what? It's so absurd. I'm alone.

I'm addicted to a really tough workout. I like to be drenched in sweat when I'm done because I feel accomplished.

It interrupts any doing, any ordinary activities, no matter what they happen to be. All thinking demands a stop-and-think.

Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?