“Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker”

Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.

She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

Percy looked at his friends. “I’m getting tired of this guy’s shirt.” “Combat time?” Piper grabbed her horn of plenty. “I hate wonder bread,” Jason said. Together, they charged.

Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.

If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Those social networks, there’s something sad about them. Is it because they don’t have enough knowledge about friends and people? I don’t understand it. It’s like a talkative mirror where people talk to themselves. And what I hate most in life is selfies.

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

I go through my comments sometimes, and I’ll just take snapshots of the terrible ones and send them to my friends.