What an immense mass of evil must result. . . from allowing men to assume the right of anticipating what may happen.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
Cheat me not with time, with the dull ache of flesh, for all flesh turns, even the loveliest ankle and frail thigh, to bitterest dust.
All judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer than that one guilty should escape.
Please don't use the word tough. People might get the impression that I don't care. And I do care, very deeply. Resilient, I think.
As a teenager, I was always this strange mixture of kind of vice-captain of the rugby team and sensitive artist type the rest of the time. I was sent away to this public school in the middle of nowhere, and I think we managed to completely miss out on normal youth culture.
Choosing between day and night. Edgar and Heathcliff.