Every writer must reconcile, as best he may, the conflicting claims of consistency and variety, of rigour in detail and elegance in the whole. The present author humbly confesses that, to him, geometry is nothing at all, if not a branch of art.
God who gives the wound gives the salve.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.
Woman's advice has little value, but he who won't take it is a fool.
The wicked are always ungrateful.
Whasthat!" "Um. . . those are the toilets.
Be magnificent. Life’s short. Get out there. You can do it. Everyone can do it. Everyone.
This is a musical, ma'am. If there's no gay, there's a problem.
Snowden is the thoughtful, courageous saint of liberal reform. And Julian Assange is a sort of radical, feral prophet who has been prowling this wilderness since he was 16 years old.