For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!

It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.

There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.