They never opened the door which leads to the soul.

He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back--that's an earthquake. And then you get a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished.

No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.

We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.

(Nathaniel) Hawthorne's books were potboilers in their time and became part of the literary establishment. No one knows if the Harry Potter books will be part of the literary curriculum 100 years from now, but it's quite possible.

[Nathaniel Hawthorne's books were] potboilers in their time and became part of the literary establishment, ... No one knows if the Harry Potter books will be part of the literary curriculum 100 years from now, but it's quite possible.