His tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.

There are four types of men in the world: lovers, opportunists, lookers-on, and imbeciles. The happiest are the imbeciles.

I've met many thinkers and many cats, but the wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.

We study ourselves three weeks, we love each other three months, we squabble three years, we tolerate each other thirty years, and then the children start all over again.

For thirty centuries, from her sacred seat the cat looked down, and crouching at her feet, beheld the race of conquering Pharaohs kneel.

The search for causes must come after the collection of facts.

The production of a work of art is determined by the material and intellectual climate in which a man lives and dies.

Amid this vast and overwhelming space and in these boundless solar archipelagoes, how small is our own sphere, and the earth, what a grain of sand!

Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.

History is nothing but a problem of mechanics applied to psychology.

To have a true idea of man or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.

There are some wounds that one can heal only by deepening them and making them worse.

if you care, let those people knowif you don't, then make sure those people know.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

We have much to hope from the flowers.

While being tossed around the world from place to place as a teenager, I wasn't really tethered to any place or anyone.

In high school and college, I was an athlete.

As the day comes to a close and we review what we have tried to do, again there should be that sense of committing everything to God.

The greatest tragedy that can befall a poet is to be praised by being misunderstood.

There are places on Earth, in every country, where, for various reasons, good schools cannot be built and good teachers cannot or do not want to go.

If a book comes from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and author-craft are of small amount to that.