Art is a delayed echo.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Do not have evil-doers for friends, do not have low people for friends: have virtuous people for friends, have for friends the best of men.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

Each religion, by the help of more or less myth, which it takes more or less seriously, proposes some method of fortifying the human soul and enabling it to make its peace with its destiny.

Intelligence is quickness in seeing things as they are.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

Man is a gregarious animal, and much more so in his mind than in his body. He may like to go alone for a walk, but he hates to stand alone in his opinions.

The Difficult is that which can be done immediately; the Impossible that which takes a little longer.

We make versions, and true versions make worlds.

If an ant carries an object a hundred times its weight, you can carry burdens many times your size.

Limiting beliefs and thoughts are created in the mind. These mental blocks must be cleared to be happy. Only then the loving wisdom of the soul will open.

One can pass on knowledge but not wisdom. One can find wisdom, one can live it, one can be supported by it, one can work wonders with it, but one cannot speak it or teach it.

If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain.

My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.

Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-" "SIMON!

Our party must continue to strike fear in the heart of the white man, our real enemy!

Friends are the flowers in the garden of life.

The more spacious and larger our fundamental nature, the more bearable the pains in living.