Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

At fourteen you don't need sickness or death for tragedy.

There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft.

The emotion, the ecstasy of love, we all want, but God spare us the responsibility.

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.