A sentence is not emotional a paragraph is.

Nothing has happened today except kindness.

Action and reaction are equal and opposite.

How I wish I were able to say what I think.

It takes a heap of loafing to write a book.

No man knows he is young while he is young.

A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.

There nearly always is a method in madness.

It is necessary; therefore, it is possible.

What is a political party but a conspiracy?

Precocious talents mature slowly if at all.

The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

They think my mother's ashes are marijuana.

Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.

Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry.

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.

Military men are the scourges of the world.

If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.

Some things in literature are inexplicable.

Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.

The keen spirit seizes the prompt occasion.

But death's acquisitive instincts will win.

The light of morning decomposes everything.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

Women and elephants never forget an injury.

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Everything hinges on how you look at things

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.

Example moves the world more than doctrine.

Work on one thing at a time until finished.

Keep your exclamation points under control!

Every hero is the villain of his own story.

He looks like the good boy he's never been.

Moderation is the key to lasting enjoyment.

If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.

I was bloody ill-tempered when I was young.

Breathing is optional, but I need some air.

Economy: cutting down other people's wages.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.

For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

Home is now behind you, the world is ahead!

There is no ship now that can bear me hence

I do not believe this darkness will endure.

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

I have the hatred of apartheid in my bones.

Part of me still loves. More of me doesn't.

To live with angels and chase their dreams.

Scratch an artist and you surprise a child.

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