When I get tired of new clunky writing, I resort to old fashioned story tellers, like Wilkie Collins.
Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.
We demand privacy, yet we glorify those that break into computers.
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
Life is just a schoolroom with a glorious opportunity to prepare us for eternity.
Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.
Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.
The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.
I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.