You only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expect it to be.

I don't want the world to keep turning without me on it.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.

Any punishment is an insult to the crime

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

When she turned to see me smiling. It was an awkward smile, but you only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expected it to be.

Inside my head is a jigsaw made of trillions and trillions and trillions of atoms. It might take a while.

Some madness doesn't act mad to begin with, sometimes it will knock politely at the door, and when you let it in, it'll simply sit in the corner without a fuss - and grow.

But that is what these people do - the Steves of this world - they all try and make something out of nothing. and they all do it for themselves.

Human strength plus intelligence cannot unlock the door that God is hiding its key.

I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook.

Goodness, Time's rude hand defies, And winter lives when beauty dies.

Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.

Do not glory in your own faith, your own feelings, your own knowledge, or your own diligence. Glory in nothing but Christ.

Angel is right,"said Dr. G-H quickly. "This is my clumsy way of demonstrating." "Demonstrating what?" I was barely able to keep a snarl out of my voice. "How to get yourself beat up in one easy step?

People may say that what I do is very clever, but it's not really at all. It's not Swift.

I took and received campaign donations under the existing laws.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night.