He would give every penny he has (such is the malignity of the germ) to write one little book and become famous yet all the gold in Peru will not buy him the treasure of a well-turned line.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

You Titans are about as bright as my gym socks.

There's certainly nothing original about the observation that conscious experience poses a hard problem.

The man who never fasts is no more in the way to heaven than the man who never prays.

Most important part of doing physics is the knowledge of approximation.

What have you got if you do not have a peaceful corner where you can refresh yourself?

You can't always be the most talented person in the room. But you can be the most competitive

I have nothing to declare except my genuis.

Anger is temporary madness.

As I said, I wish I could say it was easy. It wasn't, but it wasn't hard either. But without a strong reason or purpose, anything in life is hard.

For the first time ever, everything is in place for the Battle of Armageddon and the Second Coming of Christ.