The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose.

Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

If you write to impress it will always be bad, but if you write to express it will be good

the whole purport of literature...is the notation of the heart. Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world.

He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living.

There is one regard in which bullies show real perception when compared with their victims; it is their silent good-natured pleasure of the moment.