Why you?- (…) I’m the best.- Modest of you.- I am the best. Modesty has nothing to say about it.

(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.

The heart of a man is a small thing but it desires great matters. It is not big enough for a dog’s dinner but the whole world is not big enough for it. Man spares...

Many are called, few are chosen.

I hope that in due time the chemists will justify their proceedings by some large generalisations deduced from the infinity of results which they have collected. For me I am left hopelessly behind and I...

… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes...

…the older I get, the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

…the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind...

Hypocrites,’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

…this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of...

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

…his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration — there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not...

t was once famously said that it is as well that wars are so ruinously expensive, else we would never stop fighting them. However well said, it seems also to be endlessly forgotten that, while...

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your...

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did...

Get on your feet or die.