Words may be counterfeit, false coined, and current only from the tongue, without the mind; but passion is in the soul, and always speaks the heart.

Pity's akin to love; and every thought Of that soft kind is welcome to my soul.

When guilt is in its blush of infancy, it trembles in a tenderness of shame; and the first eye that pierces through the veil that hides the secret brings it to the face

Distress is virtue's opportunity: we only live to teach us how to die.

There is no courage but in innocence; no constancy but in an honest cause.

The reconciling grave swallows distinction first, that made us foes; there all lie down in peace together.

Pity is akin to love.

Lying's a certain mark of cowardice.

An oath is a recognizance to heaven, binding us over in the courts above to plead to the indictment of our crimes.

Life eats life to live.

Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone’s soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours. ~ Isadora Conti to Grayson van Court

I engage in subtle stalking. That's entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.

Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.

There's no justice in this world.

Yes, I slouch. My mother tells me that.

Nobody likes to have trouble. The moment we get a hint that it's coming, a common response is, 'Oh no! Not again!'

[Donald Trump] knows he's going to get hit, though. He's the president.

I don't care what the newspapers say about me as long as they spell my name right.

All men are brothered in Jesus Christ.