Whatever is beautiful is also profitable.

A first book has some of the sweetness of a first love.

The ponderous tomes are bales of the mind's merchandise.

Taste is often one of the aspects of fashion.

The light of genius never sets, but sheds itself upon other faces, in different hues of splendor. Homer glows in the softened beauty of Virgil, and Spenser revives in the decorated learning of Gray.

To study history is to study literature.

Taste is improved by cultivation.

The drama is the book of the people.

It is supposable that, in the eyes of angels, a struggle down a dark lane and a battle of Leipsic differ in nothing but excess of wickedness.

The exhibition of real strength is never grotesque. Distortion is the agony of weakness. It is the dislocated mind whose movements are spasmodic.

Talents, to strike the eye of posterity, should be concentrated. Rays, powerless while they are scattered, burn in a point.

It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

"He who wants to protect everything, protects nothing," is one of the fundamental rules of defense.

I kind of like that thing of you being caught up. You think you can judge someone, and before you know it, you've been swayed by them, and actually you want more of them.

There was the natural human survival instinct to be optimistic.

The great thing about being up early on a Sunday is nothing.

Blay said roughly,"I'm still in love with him" Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed at the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. " I know. You thought you weren't?

If you have had some taste of success, it's extremely addicting. I think the withdrawal from that is what's most devastating. I don't think it's the success that kills people, it's the withdrawal.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.