Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

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.

you’re so afraid of everyone pitying you that you’d rather nurture their contempt than accept their forgiveness"- Stacey Michaels

Even in the cloudy sky, the sun never forgets to rise.

I learned that true forgiveness includes total self-acceptance. And out of acceptance wounds are healed and happiness is possible again.

When it comes to matters of pro sports, politics or palate, disparate sides claim their party, team and cola to be superior.

Whoever claims that economic competition represents 'survival of the fittest' in the sense of the law of the jungle, provides the clearest possible evidence of his lack of knowledge of economics.

I love fishing. It's transcendental meditation with a punchline.

She leaned into him to soak up his warmth. "You are so hot," she said. "It's about time you noticed," he teased.

Rock star, flier than an ostrich...

No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.

You can't just turn love on and off.