Veni, vidi, flevi.

I came. I saw. I cried.

Nonsense. Fools refuse to try something new.

Anything you can do to make the world a more beautiful place is worth trying.

Love can make even nice people do awful things.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.