Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
Category Archive: January 22
They never fail who die in a great cause.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Who loves, raves.
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print. A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ‘t.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I’ll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.