I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Remember, today’s truth could be tomorrow’s absurdity.

Opportunities are rare in this life, and fairness, rarer still. So, when you discover a fair opportunity, go after as if it were your last because it very well might be.

There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.

Genius is the ability to see things invisible, to manipulate things intangible, to paint things that have no features

I don't know where it's come from, but after many years of many different products, I feel like I can speak as an authority on a lot of them.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

I've only played gangsters and cops, and I always have to be serious.

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

It turns out Superman is weak to Kryptonite and horses.