Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.-

Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one earthly consolation when time slips out of joint.

Medieval justice was scrupulous about holding proper trials and careful not to sentence without proof of guilt, but it achieved proof by confession rather than evidence, and confession was routinely o...

Medicine then must have been such an exciting, desperate, violent business; nowadays it is all pills and bureaucracy.

Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time’s clock with one blow. Come closer.

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.

Maybe you should make me a list of people I can kill and ways in which they’re allowed to die, he said. You are not funny. I’m very funny. Just ask Peaches.

Maybe that was what millions could do-- nail a satisfied smirk to one's face.

Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.

Maybe it's like my old man said: You can be a mama's boy or a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Maybe I should call Aaya!(Shigure)If you call him...(Yuki)

Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.

May it [American independence] be to the world, what I believe it will be, (to some parts sooner, to others later, but finally to all,) the signal of arousing men to burst the chains under which monki...

Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.

Mary could see that her aunt was eager to speak of things unconnected with her present life; she seemed afraid of any questions, so Mary spared her, and plunged into a description of the last years at...

Mary and Joseph, he said, turned a very embarrassing situation into one of the greatest coups in history. Clever, clever, clever!

Marriage is imperfect. We start with a desire for oneness, and then we discover our differences. Our fears are aroused by the prospect of all the things we’re never going to have. We

Marcus Aurelius’s Meditations. It

Marco Polo dictated his Travels in French,