The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.

Order the beauty even of beauty is, It is the rule of bliss, The very life and form and cause of pleasure.

Thomas Traherne

It's also reflective of a young person's religion or faith in that it's highly charged with sacramental imagery and with country imagery, because I was in the seminary for so many years in the country.

Daniel Berrigan

Hunger is the best sauce.

Italian Proverb

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

Evelyn Waugh

Those whose approval you seek most give you the least.

Rozanne Weissman

To him who looks upon the world rationally, the world in its turn presents a rational aspect. The relation is mutual.

G. W. F. Hegel

The people's government, made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people.

Daniel Webster

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

Heinrich Heine

To all the talented young men who wander about feeling that there is nothing in the world for them to do, I should say: 'Give up trying to write, and, instead, try not to write. Go out into the world; become a pirate, a king in Borneo, a labourer in Soviet Russia; give yourself an existence in which the satisfaction of elementary physical needs will occupy almost all your energies.' I do not recommend this course of action to everyone, but only to those who suffer from the disease which Mr Krutch diagnoses. I believe that, after some years of such an existence, the ex-intellectual will fin that in spite of is efforts he can no longer refrain from writing, and when this time comes his writing will not seem to him futile.

Bertrand Russell

If people did not prefer reaping to sowing, there would not be a hungry person in the land.

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Rest, Logan said. Both of you. His caressing gaze moved over his wife and infant daughter.I'll watch over you.Love me? Madeline asked with a faint smile, and yawned again.It used to be love. He brushed his lips over her closed eyelids. Now there's no word for it.You once told me that you thought love was a weakness.I was wrong, he whispered, kissing the corners of her mouth. I've discovered it's my onlystrength.Madeline fell asleep with a smile still on her lips, her hand curled around his.

Lisa Kleypas

How a minority, reaching majority, seizing authority, hates a minority!

Leonard H. Robbins