The lot of the brideto be wed before beddesired until rotten.The lot of the authorto be read before bedadmired then forgotten.

Women are extraordinary creatures!

Discover how to visit the past and bring yesterday’s stories into our lives today

Hey, if you’d wanted to avoid ‘this,’ you shouldn’t have lured me last night. Now it’s too late. You might as well avoid the long, drawn-out pain and get it over with quickly. Sort of...

his-story” is often determined by those who survived to write it. In other words, history is written by the victors…Now, with the help of the Roman historian Tacitus, I shall tell you Queen Boudicca’s story,...

To attempt to build up theories of art, or to form a new style, would be an act of supreme folly. It would be at once to reject the experiences and accumulated knowledge of thousands...

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

El zekanın bir aletidir yalnızca. Zeka olmazsa hiçbir şey yapılmış olmaz.

May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence...

I have a serious question.””I will give a serious answer.””Can a god be killed?”The humor drained from Roman’s face. “Well, that depends on if you’re a pantheist or a Marxist.””What’s the difference?””The first believes that...

What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face...

I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know...

Atunci am înțeles că nimic nu durează în suflet, că cea mai verificată încredere poate fi anulată de un singur gest, că cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodată nimic, căci și sinceritatea poate fi...

After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg, ideas would breed like aphids in my head—for...

Bu özel giysili hizmetkar ve süslü araba dizisi Orazio’nun meslek yaşamında çok yararlı bir iş görmüş oluyordu. Bunun adı prestijdi, zaferdi.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

Buat apa merisikokan patah hati untuk orang yang nggak benar-benar bisa membuatmu jatuh hati?

Alexander the Great slept with ‘The Iliad’ beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer’s ‘Odyssey’ as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

Çünkü akıl maddeyi güzelleştirir bilgi aklı parlatır.

Why the Romans, Father?” I asked him one afternoon. “Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice where all faith is dead,” he answered.

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat,we boil coffee...

Dün akşam yemekte, kocam bana Türk korsanlarından söz etti, savaş ortamından yararlanıp İspanyol gemilerini tutsak alıyorlarmış.- Korkmadığımı mı sanıyorsun?

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose...

If you love my work, you are a good critic. If you do not love my work, you are a ‘not good’ critic.

Dacă nu-i vezi lacrimile unui om, nu înseamnă că el nu pl nge pe ascuns în sufletul lui.

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

Qu’est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l’action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin....

The world is mere change, and this life, opinion.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it’s how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves,...

Bir ressam için en ideal olanı, Pantheon’un *oculus’ü gibidir.Yüksekten gelen ışık modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlamsız çirkin yüze bile, tatlı bir hava, sanatçının istediği biçimde işleyeceği bir tür güzellik katacaktır…*oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I avoid pleasure during the waning or absent moon out of respect for the...

Yang ada di antara kitahanya sentuh, bukan rasahanya cium, bukan kata-katahanya saat ini, bukan selamanya.

Fortune’s fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.