Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.

Don Marquis

I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Theodore Rubin, Love Me, Love My

. . . such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed and boisterous group, just in time to greet the father, who came home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and presents. Then the shouting and the struggling, and the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter! Then scaling him, with chairs for ladders, to dive into his pockets, despoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by his cravat, hug him round the neck, pommel his back and kick his legs in irrepressible affection! The shouts of wonder and delight with wich the development of every package was received! The terrible announcement that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll's frying-pan into his mouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter! The immense relief of finding this false alarm! The joy, and gratitude, and ecstasy! They are indescribable alike. It is enough that by degrees the children and their emotions got out of the parlor, and by one stair at a time up to the top of the house; where they went to bed, and so subsided.

Charles Dickens

Armageddon is not around the corner. This is only what the people of violence want us to believe. The complexity and diversity of the world is the hope for the future.

Michael Palin

I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis on the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.

Calvin Coolidge

Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity.

Robert G. Ingersoll

To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour.First published by Rossetti in Gilchrist's Life of William Blake (1863), it was composed between 1800 - 1803 http://www.artofeurope.com/blake/bla3.htm

William Blake, Auguries of Innoc

The long, cold Minnesota winters instilled in me a fascination for exotic far off places I aspired toward a career in tropical diseases and world health problems.

Peter Agre

Everyone is interested in war, in that people don't want it to happen. I'm much more interested in peace than in war but it's important to understand why we fight.

Michael Morpurgo

I'm not a Hollywood basher because enough good movies come out of the Hollywood system every year to justify its existence, without any apologies.

Quentin Tarantino

The true grandeur of humanity is in moral elevation, sustained, enlightened and decorated by the intellect of man.

Charles Sumner

Genius unrefined resembles a flash of lightning, but wisdom is like the sun.

Franz Grillparzer