"In the history of the world, there have been lots of times and lots of onces and every time has had a once upon it."
"Remember that truth that once was spoken: to love another person is to see the face of God."
-Epilogue from Les Misérables the musical
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.
"The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of."
"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye."
"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves--say rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
-Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."
-Captain Jack Sparrow
"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense."
"Kites raise highest against the wind, not with it."
"Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination."
"I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I want to be. I am not what I hope to be. But still, I am not what I used to be, and by the grace of God, I am what I am."
When we lose God, it is not God who is lost.
"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?"
-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live."
"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."
"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."
"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop."