“A mans real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.”

“Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)”

“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”

“Christmas is the day that holds all time together.”

“I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.”

“How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.”

“There are no ugly women, only lazy ones.”

“The price one pays for pursuing any profession, or calling, is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.”

“She has her own brand of strength,brought to the surface by the dim glow of the streetlight and the whisper of night air on her skin.”

“The toddler must say no in order to find out who she is. The adolescent says no to assert who she is not.”

“You label somebody 'New Age,' and that's automatic mockery: 'She cannot possibly be a serious thinker.'”