Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.

I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.

By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had become a freethinker.

There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.

I dont know what happens to country.

She wrote love with her smile and magic with her eyes.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

We have to keep company with supposedly bad characters if we are to survive and not succumb to mental atrophy. People of good character, so called, are the ones who end up boring us to death.

The whole cap came off.. must've been a recap.

...Your angry and jealous and in the mood to do some forceful dentistry

A miracle is changing someone's life. Freeing them from whatever bonds them. Giving them the gift of being able to live the way they dream of living.

Whether you think you like Rubens or not, his influence runs through the pathways of painting. Like Warhol, he changed the game of art.

George, if you had to do it all over, would you fall in love with yourself again?

The Bible can touch our hearts, order our minds, refresh our souls.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness