Observing the stream of eternal and simple truth is the same for all who look upon the fountainhead of consciousness.

There are many, many, many worlds branching out at each moment you become aware of your environment and then make a choice.

I thought, gazing at the beauty of the landscape again, it is as though the fiend has prevailed against the angels, and fixed his throne in a heaven, to rule it as though it were Hell.

His line was the jocundly-sentimental Wardour Street brand of adventure, told in a style that exactly met, but never exceeded, every expectation.

I was always observing. Even while talking, living, going through every motion, I was watching myself and the situation. That's a writer. Always observing.

For writers it is always said that the first twenty years of life contain the whole of experience _ the rest is observation