Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamond...
My books are friends that never fai
Libraries raised me.
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another...
Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.
It's hard to imagine a more extraordinary claim than that some hidden intelligence created a universe of more than a hundred billion galaxies, each containing more than a hundred billion stars, and th...
We're all a genius, but If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
If it takes a little myth and ritual to get us through a night that seems endless, who among us cannot sympathize and understand?
The sap is nourish from the root.
Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.
Each of us has a cuckoo clock inside of them.For some it never chimes.For some it chimes only intermittently.For some it chimes on every hour.While for others it never stops chiming.Think about it!
A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain a...
Raising awareness versus raising alarmthe public can't be better informed if the information isn't better.
If there is any religion that could respond to the needs of modern science, it would be Buddhism.
What have I done to her?" Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. "What the devil did she do to me?
If the sky never grew dark, we would not be able to clearly see the stars.
Love yourself, even a little bit each day, and your life will bloom into infinite joy.
Nothing can be more hurtful to your heart than betraying yourself.
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