One of the Godlike things of this world is the veneration done to human worth by the hearts of men.
I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.
I catch a flash of red-gold beneath the surface of the water, and realize that there are koi in the pond, massive, serene, and I wonder: are they dreams of fish, or fish who dream?
The obligation d'âme meant that his only allegiance was to Felix, making them a separate kingdom of two, with Felix as king and Mildmay as ministers, army, and populace all combined in one. A stormy little kingdom, I thought, with periodic flare-ups of civil war and a magnificently unstable government. And I was glad I wasn’t a citizen of it.
Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.
The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.
It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
Warren Beatty took an interest in my career at one point.
I think it's easier than ever to hear only what you want to hear. That doesn't make a good citizen.
Belief in a certain series of myths was neither obligatory as a part of the true religion, nor was it supposed that, by believing, a man acquired religious merit and conciliated the favour of the gods.
If you've got an idea, start today. There's no better time than now to get going.