I think that children have a power to imagine that is almost magical when compared to the adult imagination, and this is something irrevocable that a child loses when he or she becomes bound by logic. We adults continue to have our children

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

Jane Austen

Jubal, the face said, I am thy loved Past, The soul that makes thee one from first to last. I am the angel of thy life and death, Thy outbreathed being drawing its last breath. Am I not thine alone, a dear dead bride Who blest thy lot above all men's beside?

George Eliot

The reason I keep making movies is I hate the last thing I did. I'm trying to rectify my wrongs.

Joaquin Phoenix

Why has not anyone seen that fossils alone gave birth to a theory about the formation of the earth, that without them, no one would have ever dreamed that there were successive epochs in the formation of the globe.

Georges Cuvier

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

Most poetry in the modern age has retreated to the private sphere, turning its back on the political realm.

Terry Eagleton

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

Lawrence Durrell

In olden times, sacrifices were made at the altar, a practice which is still very much practiced.

Helen Rowland

It was Jung who first said to explain the symbol as if talking to a man from mars who knew nothing about our life on earth.

Henry Reed

Women are so much in love with compliments that rather than want them, they will compliment one another, yet mean no more by it than the men do.

Samuel Richardson

Equality is the soul of liberty there is, in fact, no liberty without it.

Frances Wright

We may live without her, and worship without her, but we cannot remember without her. How cold is all history, how lifeless all imagery, compared to that which the living nation writes, and the uncorrupted marble bears!

John Ruskin