We should imitate the great classics. We would miss, and that miss would be our originality.

Originality consists in trying to be like everybody else and failing.

It is not in novelty but in habit that we find the greatest pleasure.

The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning.

Happiness thinks only of itself.

I loved it when my heart beat quickly and erratically. Yet I found this performance, which was deeply poetic, more enjoyable.

Is the selfishness of children really so different from our own? During the summer in the country we curse the rain, while the farmers are crying out for it.

People are jostling at the gates of heaven or Department stores Words are bumping into each other("Poem")

What distresses us is not loosing life, but losing what gives it meaning.

It was then I realized that no one can escape his age, and that my dangerous contempt had melted like ice the moment someone was kind enough to show they cared about me, and in a way that suited me.

In her unworldly voice she thanked them for finally understanding her. She reminded me of a female pirate captain alone on the deck of her sinking ship.

A pact must be kept and a secret must never be revealed ...”Pact of witches

Do not expect me to fall in with the evil customs and ways of the world. I am in Rome, but I will not do as Rome does. I am an alien, a stranger, and a foreigner. My citizenship is in heaven.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Earth is here so kind that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

The things that matter most are not things.

He rightly reads scripture who turns words into deeds.

Yeah, but if you're not doing what everyone else is doing then you're going to be misunderstood. People are going to wonder why you're trying to be different; it's just a natural instinct.

A lot of what acting is paying attention.

The waiter brought fresh-baked bread and cheese, a bottle of sparkling water for Annabeth, and a Coke with ice for me (because I’m a barbarian).

To sing is to pray twice.