]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray

yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful thingsand your tongue were not concocting some evil to sayshame would not hold down your eyesbut rather you would speak about what is just

their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.

Someone will remember us I sayEven in another time

Evening you gather backall that dazzling dawn has put asunder:you gather a lamb, gather a kid, gather a child to its mother.

I can do anything. I can be anything. No one ever told me I couldn't. No one ever expressed this idea that I was limited to any one thing, and so I think in terms of what's possible, not impossible.

At least, for once I was there for her. I didn’t fail her. She wasn’t alone. — Duke

A good antidote to the reasons why you worry is never to worry about the reasons why you worry, for the reasons why you worry will always make you worry about the reasons why you worry

Whether it's as the hero of an adventure story, as teacher and friend, as icon on watch, shirt or hat - everyone knows Mickey Mouse.

I discovered freedom for the first time in England.

Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children's mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!

Simplicity is a delicate imposition.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl.

I don't believe that there are dangerous writers: the danger of certain books is not in the books themselves but in the passions of their readers.

Let us forget the past - this is the only way to be genuinely surprised.