Be very, very careful not to let the facts get mixed up with the truth.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Clear, unscalable, aheadRise the Mountains of Instead, From whose cold, cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams.

Write a lot and hit the streets. A writer who doesn't keep up with what's out there ain't gonna be out there.

I didn’t say you weren’t smart. I said you were stupid.”“I guess I’m too dumb to see the difference.

I've been given the opportunity to be alive in this day and age, and it's rare.

Television has a real problem. They have no page two. Consequently every big story gets the same play and comes across to the viewer as a really big, scary one.

Christ is not only a person, Christ is a place. When you come into Christ, you don't come into a person; you come into a place.

One of the things that makes a Negro unpleasant to white folk is the fact that he suffers from their injustice. He is thus a standing rebuke to them.

The purely Great Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere, Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.

If you were back in the Cretaceous Period - the last of the time of the dinosaurs - and you were driving from New York to Philadelphia on the New Jersey Turnpike, you would be driving across water.

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.