Classics aren’t books that are read for pleasure. Classics are books that are imposed on unwilling students, books that are subjected to analyses of “levels of significance” and other blatt, books that are dead.

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.

…and they limp and halt, they’re all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can’t look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin. But Ruin is strong...

That’s just their way,” about the Ewells. Maycomb gave them Christmas baskets, welfare money, and the back of its hand. Tom Robinson was probably the only person who was ever decent to her. But she...

To come with a well-informed mind is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid. A woman especially, if she have the...

But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare – a power of...

Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There’s not enough time.

Jude leaped out of arm’s reach, and walked along the trackway weeping–not from the pain, though that was keen enough; not from the perception of the flaw in the terrestrial scheme, by which what was...

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

Do you think that I am a machine? That I can bear it?Do you think because I’m poor, plain, obsure, and littlethat I have no heart? That I’m without soul?I have as much heart as...

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

There are strange friendships: two friends are almost ready to eat each other, they live like that all their lives, and yet they cannot part.

When extremists come together extreme things happen.

Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave…drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his...

Esser santo è un’eccezione; esser giusto è la regola. Sbagliate, mancate, peccate, ma siate giusti.

They ordered punch. They drank it. It was hot rum punch. The pen falters when it attempts to treat of the excellence thereof; the sober vocabulary, the sparse epithet of this narrative, are inadequate to...

It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely...

I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.

She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all...

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:Verweile doch! du bist so schön!Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen,Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn!

The Element of Surprise is their in every day,It’s when you wake up.

A new book is still on trial and the amateur is not in a position to judge it. It has to be tested against the great body of Christian thought down the ages and all...

She had come to that state where the horror of the universe and its smallness are both visible at the same time—the twilight of the double vision in which so many elderly people are involved....

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.

I certainly am. I do my best to love everybody… I’m hard put, sometimes—baby, it’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that...

And with regard to the resentment of his family, or the indignation of the world, if the former were excited by his marrying me, it would not give me one moment’s concern– and the world...

He felt that he was himself and did not wish to be anyone else. He only wished now to be better than he had been formerly

Considering thus how much honor is awarded to antiquity, and how many times—letting pass infinite other examples—a fragment of an ancient statue has been bought at high price because someone wants to have it near...

Such women as you a hundred men always convet – your eyes will only bewitch scores on scores into the unvailing fancy for you – you can only marry one of that many. Out of...

The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it.

You spend too much time on ephemeras. The majority of modern books are merely wavering reflections of the present. They disappear very quickly. You should read more old books. The classics. Goethe. What is merely...

La città di Leonia rifà se stessa tutti i giorni: ogni mattina la popolazione si risveglia tra lenzuola fresche, si lava con saponette appena sgusciate dall’involucro, indossa vestaglie nuove fiammanti, estrae dal più perfezionato frigorifero...

But she forgot nothing, and he sometimes forgot much too quickly, and, often that same day, encouraged by her composure, would laugh and frolic over the champagne, if friends stopped by. What venom must have...

Change the world so that nothing else is changed.

Countless words count less than the silent balance between yin and yang

«C’ero, prima di nascere? No. Ci sarò dopo la morte? No. Che sono? Un po’ di polvere tenuta insieme da un organismo. Che cosa debbo fare su questa terra? Ho la scelta: o soffrire, o...

Pearls’ burst out the Snork Maiden excitedly. ‘Could ankle rings be made out of pearls?”I should think they could,’ said Moomintoll. ‘Ankle-rings, and nose-rings and ear-rings and engagement rings…

Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging their bread;...

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

A man, any man, will go considerably out of his way to pick up a silver dollar; but here are golden words, which the wisest men of antiquity have uttered, and whose worth the wise...

Nobody could catch cold by the sea; nobody wanted appetite by the sea; nobody wanted spirits; nobody wanted strength. Sea air was healing, softening, relaxing — fortifying and bracing — seemingly just as was wanted...

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

He granted its due share to everything equally, drawing from everything only what was beautiful in it, and in the end left himself only the divine Raphael as a teacher. So a great poetic artist,...

As we travel in time and on Equator, we will find our souls and then move in time towards time.

The idea only true or right “meaning” would be that shared by the largest number of the best readers after repeated and careful readings over several generations, different periods, nationalities, moods, degrees of alertness, private...

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

No code mattered to her before she broke it, but it came crashing down on her afterwards.” – Atticus Finch