To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed for craving gold!

the possession of power brings on madness.

Ghosts cannot be put on the witness stand, or have their fingerprints taken. They are completely proof against proof.

The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.

Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.

To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed for craving gold!

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.