I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

How can a young man like to wear a beard?

I'd rather talk about dogs than about me.

Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals.

Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

The strong and virtuous admit no destiny.

Love thou rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.

Every act is an expression of one's self.

Everything which is human is alien to me.

I like people who can't die in their bed.

Woe to the man who offends a small child!

To live without Hope is to Cease to live.

Everything seems simpler from a distance.

He was imposing, even in his pensiveness.

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

There are no men like me. There's only me

Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.

No man should live longer than his teeth.

A fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy.

Admiration and familiarity are strangers.

Some things we must pass over in silence.

Of course. You get everything from books.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

The world was floods above and fire below

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep.

Lonely children probably wrote the Bible.

We must eat to live, and not live to eat.

Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.

Meditation and water are wedded for ever.

Who can take a single step with his head?

I write in order to bear witness to life.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

Novelty is both delightful and deceptive.

Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.

Clouds signify the veil of the Most High.

Politics is the enemy of the imagination.

Anger - a better alternative to caffeine.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

Writing has been handed to me on a plate.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

To young people the future is still long.

To put failure behind you, face up to it.

Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here!

Some wounds run too deep for the healing.

Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.

Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

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