Beware of a man with manners.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

I think when you're happy, emotions are right near the top - mine definitely are. I cry easily, I laugh easily, I lose my temper easily... and I beg for forgiveness easily.

I've seen the Mass For The End Of Time in concert but my brother's the more musical one really.

Happy campers you have been, happy campers you are, and happy campers you will always be.

Martyrdom, sir, is what these people like: it is the only way in which a man can become famous without ability.

It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.

I think George Mitchell is a consummate professional. He is the ideal selection to handle the job of special envoy if you choose to have a special envoy.

I need to be on drugs to connect with nature.

Truth is neither alive nor dead; it just aggravates itself all the time.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.