I have been in sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows with a harp and sword in my hands.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.

Don't die without fulfilling your purpose.

Power is the great aphrodisiac.

Pedantry prides herself on being wrong by rules; while common sense is contented to be right without them.

Even a paranoid clock is being followed twice a day.

Inspiration. From real life. I open my eyes and I travel and I look. And I read everything.

The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.

It was pleasant to talk shop again; to use that elliptical, allusive speech that one uses only with another of one's trade.

A Christian cannot help being free, because in the pursuit and attainment of his object, no one can either hinder or retard him.

In order to be able to set a limit to thought, we should have to find both sides of the limit thinkable (i.e. we should have to be able to think what cannot be thought).

She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled.