What man in his right mind would conspire his own hurt? Men are beside themselves when they transgress against their convictions.
You confuse what's important with what's impressive.
Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no longer
History develops, art stands still.
Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
Our values are not luxuries, but necessities. They are not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself.
Pride and Prejudice' - perhaps more than any other Jane Austen book - is engrained in our literary consciousness.
First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.