“I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.”

Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.

Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.

From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.

War is the only game in which both sides lose.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

Treason seldom dwells with courage.

Come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last.

Of course, it’s the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

Your scars speak terrible stories turned to beauty.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.