In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

The perpetual stream of human nature is formed into ever-changing shallows, eddies, falls and pools by the land over which it passes.

Money buts many things...The best of which is freedom.

Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat

Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.

Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.