“For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!”

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.

It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.

Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.

Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.

A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.

Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.

Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.

See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.

Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

I was aware of people staring at me. No one moved. They seemed almost in trance. I just stared at the clock in the center of the church. When I finished, everyone clapped and started crying.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.

To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.

I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.