When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

Every face, every shop, bedroom window, public-house, and dark square is a picture feverishly turned--in search of what? It is the same with books. What do we seek through millions of pages?

It is no use trying to sum people up.

Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?

The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks—so it sounded.

Love is—a shade of what I feel.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.

I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.

I think every director has a different methodology.

Action for Happiness encourages each of us to live more compassionately and put the happiness of others at the centre of our lives. This is the path to lasting peace and happiness

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not 'yours,' not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

I am partisan to some extent on the Democratic side, but I consider myself more of an independent.

Sculpture and painting have the effect of teaching us manners and abolishing hurry.

How much liberty do with want to give up for a false sense of security?

I come from a very poor family, with sisters. I never really knew my father, so I miss this strong image of a man in my life.