Criticism is above all a gift, an intuition, a matter of tact and flair; it cannot be taught or demonstrated--it is an art.

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.

Learn to... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.

Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

Truth is not only violated by falsehood; it may be equally outraged by silence.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

My father had bought him a shirtthat said “Sure you can date my daughter.  In a completely unrelated topic, have you seen my shotgun?

The sweetness of glory is so great that, join it to what we will, even to death, we love it.

You don't necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they're poets. I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word. I'm a trapeze artist.

Eric, what are you doing?" "Snuggling." "Get out of my bed!" -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman

Medical men do not know the drugs they use, nor their prices.

Philosophy starts with doubt and loves only truth.

If you don't deliver, you don't earn the flexibility.

We're really at this point where we can take a step back and think about the next big things that we want to do.

We must look within ourselves, become responsible and provide fresh solutions if we ever want to do more than complain,or make excuses.

Consciousness itself is an infinite regress. This explains coincidences.