Foolishness is a twin sister of wisdom.
It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.
He listens well who takes notes.
And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.
O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.
As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.
One of my keys to success is a lot of pillows. I feel like a lot of pillows is important to relax each piece of your body.
Between 2 and 5 I'm reading in to find out what's been going on while I've been asleep.
a man can be given only what he can use; and he can use only that for which he has sacrificed something
I would like to do a novel where some curse turns that into how the world really is - a blessing or a curse, I don't know which.