When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

There is no armor against fate.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

There is no armour against fate.

Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!

There is no armor against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

There is no armour against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

I’ve always said, ‘I have nothing to say, only to add.’ And it’s with each addition that the writing gets done. The first draft of anything is really just a track.

Where there is (consideration for) merit karma and demerit karma

...the terrible crumple and blanch of a lie come undone...

Though you have changed a thousand times, He has not changed once.

I always believe you can't kill good movies, because somebody's in some room and will die unless it gets made.

I've never discovered the idea for my next novel while I was still working on the current novel. Other writers don't suffer this.

No matter where I go or what title I may achieve, I will always be the son of exiles.

A dairymaid can milk cows to the glory of God

I decide immediately if I like a person and if I do, then I'm myself, and if I don't, then I give nothing.

A household where a total unawareness of the world of ideas not only existed but was regarded as a matter for congratulation.