God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Time Can Not Cure Heart's Wounds Never, But Wounds Spoil and Kill Heart On The Time

Discover your true positive self first, before seeking for a special someone to come into your life. Without unconditional self-love, one will forever feel confused and empty on the inside.

It began of nothing and in nothing it ends. [Lat., Et redit in nihilum quod fuit ante nihil.]

I started writing one afternoon when I was twenty, and ever since then I have written every day. At first I had to force myself. Then it became part of my identity, and I did it without thinking.

Twitter! It's like being stalked by committee!

I can no longer condemn or hate a brother for whom I pray, no matter how much trouble he causes me.

A mental picturing of that which we want, with the complete acceptance and the conviction that it is ours now, will bring it quickly.

I am starting to look like and perform like the Lou that I used to be.

There's been progress toward seeing that nature and culture are not opposing terms, and that wilderness is not the only kind of landscape for environmentalists to concern themselves with.

Nothing would make me happier if Peter Falk would finally win his Oscar for this. Not just as the writer but as a fan and a friend. It would be so great