Childhood is a disease - a sickness that you grow out of.

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

I am astonished at the ease with which uninformed persons come to a settled, a passionate opinion when they have no grounds for judgment.

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.

I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

The more shared past there is in a relationship, the more present you need to be...

Jesus did not dispute [Satan] . . . our Lord quoted Scripture, and that’s one thing the devil can’t stand! The Scripture defeats him every time.

It is well to read everything of something, and something of everything.

Success lives with no address as people keep searching for it in spite of making any amount or level of progress

Life is a tragedy full of joy.

What makes us happy is to have a spiritual experience ... that experience of ecstasy in the deepest meditation; that's happiness.

Each achieves one or both of two objectives — making liberals feel good about themselves and being good to liberal candidates.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my God! shall the life never be sweet!

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.