To be surrounded by beautiful things has much influence upon the human creature; to make beautiful things has more.

When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.

The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society. But so are horses.

To swallow and follow, whether old doctrine or new propaganda, is a weakness still dominating the human mind.

Love grows by service.

Eternity is not something that begins after you are dead. It is going on all the time.

A man's honor always seems to want to kill a woman to satisfy it.

If a woman is really injured by her marriage, she should sue under the employer liability act. She should claim damages--not alimony.

I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store.

Kindness is seen as weakness and intelligence worshiped, even when that intelligence allows unfathomable injustice and suffering to occur under its smart watch.

Be grown enough to do whatever you want to, but wise enough to always do the right thing.

Everyone's colored, or you wouldn't be able to see them.

To deny the necessity or value of metaphysics is to assert a metaphysical principle, just as to say a religion must be without dogmas is to assert a dogma.

With both kids, I started working out again at 16 days postpartum, but I treated myself with kindness, doing mild workouts, because my fitness level was lower.

Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.

People are learning to grasp the diversity of nature, to understand its unifying principles and to sweep away the hierarchies and see the real connections.

The last paragraph in which you tell what the story is about is almost always best left out.

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?" "Always," said Snape.

The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.