Isabelle

“You're up early," I said.
"I always rise early. The morning is the best time for me to work."
I glanced at the books. "What are you going, Greek?"
Henry set the cup back into its saucer. "A translation of Paradise Lost."
"Into what language?"
"Latin," he said solemly.
"Hmm," I said. "Why?"
"I am interested to see what I will wind up with. Milton to my way of thinking is our greatest English poet, greater than Shakespeare, but I think in some ways it was unfortunate that he chose to write in English — of course, he wrote a not inconsiderable amount of poetry in Latin, but that was early, in his student days; what I'm referring to is the later work. In Paradise Lost he pushes English to its very limits but I think no language without noun cases could possible support the structural order he attempts to impose. He laid his cigarette back into the ashtray.”
― Donna Tartt

“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. The mediocre mind is incapable of understanding the man who refuses to bow blindly to conventional prejudices and chooses instead to express his opinions courageously and honestly.”
― Albert Einstein

“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be more lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
― Brad Pitt

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre