'Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense and have her nonsense respected.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

GOD HAS NOT MERCY AND NOR WILL I' - The Midnight Heir (The Bane Chronicles, 4) by Cassandra Clare and Sarah Rees Brennan

All fiction for me is a kind of magic and trickery, a confidence trick, trying to make people believe something is true that isn't.

I could tell you which writer's rhythms I am imitating. It's not exactly plagiarism, it's falling in love with good language and trying to imitate it.

I don't like American football. I think it's boring and ridiculous and predictable. But baseball is very beautiful. It's played on a diamond.

The theory of meaning says that joining and serving in things larger than you that you believe in while using your highest strengths is a recipe for meaning.

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

When you're the victim of the behavior, it's black and white; when you're the perpetrator, there are a million shades of gray.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

Nobody can successfully defy the master of the hemisphere [America], in fact of the world, hence the savagery.

It's like deja-vu, all over again.