His heart felt dangerously full, for the first time in years. That dried-up battered organ, suddenly flush with love. It could kill him.
What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?
Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?
Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.
On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.
Only silence is great; all else is weakness.
Life, like any other exciting story, is bound to have painful and scary parts, boring and depressing parts, but it's a brilliant story, and it's up to us how it will turn out in the end.
Because other people are fools, must you be so too?
The words you say could hurt or help you. "Change Your Words, Change Your Life"
Never be ashamed of your subject, and of your passion for your subject.