Literature Junky

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

It's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

Terror made me cruel

Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.

Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Fight till the last gasp.

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.

We need never be ashamed of our tears

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

Her face was almost purple. "You're a Christian!" she hissed. "You're a fine Christian! You're just like them all --- say one thing and do another. You're a perfect Christian, you're...

Why should I have returned? My knowledge would not fit into theirs. I found untouched the desert of the unknown, Big enough for my feet. It is my home. It is always beyond them. The future Splits the present with the echo of my voice. Hoarse with fulfillment, I never made promises.

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.