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A professional writer is an amateur who didn't quit.

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But some part of him realized, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before. Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him. If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back... that he really was...

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Dumbledore lowered his hands and stared at Harry through his half-moon glasses. "The moment has come for me to tell you what I should've told you five years ago, Harry. Sit down, please. You will know it all. I just ask you a little patience. You can scream... Do whatever you want... When I will have finished. I won't impede it."

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Then I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

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The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

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When I like someone a lot I never say their name to anyone: it would be like giving part of them away. I've learnt to love the secret: it seems to me like the only thing that can make misterious - or marvellous - modern life.

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I had been surrounded with fancied beings, with mere airy nothings conjured up by poetic power, yet which, to me, had all the charm of reality.

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When in my long journeys, when still I was a man, and when this free and powerful man gave orders to other men, which were executed, I saw the sky cover up, the sea tremble and murmur, the hurricane being born from a point in the sky, and like a giant eagle beating with its wings the two horizions, and then I felt that my ship wasn't but an impotent refuge, for then, light as a feather in a giant's hand, it shivered and froze.

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Harry Potter : "Dumbledore's man, til the end".

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The man who is moved by ethical aspiration is at the same time subjected to his own aspiration, the work of infinite becoming of which he is the creator, for this reason the forms of life of the ethical man have a peculiar character. Their life has lost every naivety and, as such, the original beauty of a natural and organic growth - to have in exchange the most elevated beauty of the soul , that of the ethical battle for clarity, truth, justice, originating beauty from man's authentic goods, of which it has become a "second nature".