Once a king. . . it was impossible, without risk of life, to sink to a private station.
The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Unless we love the truth we cannot know it.
Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.
Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.
Kind words do not cost much. They never blister the tongue or lips. They make other people good-natured. They also produce their own image on men's souls, and a beautiful image it is.
If I want my time wasted, I'll waste it myself.
The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.
You need a name. ” I covered the receiver for a moment. “We need a team name. ” “Hunters,” Raphael said. “Valiant Knights of the Fur,” Dali said. “Justice Group,” Jim said. “Since Justice League is taken. ” “Fools. ” Doolittle shook his head. “Fools,” I said into the receiver.
I have a huge music library and deliberately choose the piece of music to match the piece I'm writing. So, every book I write has its own "soundtrack. "