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

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.

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

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[.]

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.

The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.

The first step to empathy and compassion is realising the similarities between yourself and those that are suffering

A simple act of kindness could be the source of great happiness.

Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.

Wanderlei Silva, six feet tall and 205 pounds, boy, until I met you, I didn't know they could stack crap that high.

The average husband enjoys the total effect of his home but is usually unable to contribute any of the details of work and organisation that make it enjoyable.

Christians aren't people who never sin or always do the right thing. We're people who live in continual repentance.

I also have to support my speaking voice by sitting in a way that engages the diaphragm in the way I would for singing.

Whenever serious and competent people need to get things done in the real world, all considerations of tradition and protocol fly out the window.

The successful teacher is no longer on a height, pumping knowledge at high pressure into passive receptacles.