I think there is this about the great troubles - they teach us the art of cheerfulness whereas the small ones cultivate the industry of discontent.

Happiness is a tide: it carries you only a little way at a time but you have covered a vast space before you know that you are moving at all.

To make yourself something less than you can be - that too is a form of suicide.

Hate will only eat the truth, then spit out a lie.

Witnessing honesty frightens some people because they haven't known authenticity in their own life.

... Whenever the man of science introduces his personal value judgment, a full understanding of the facts ceases.

For many, graduation marks the end of formal student life - the end of long spring breaks and of thinking that a 10 A.M. class is far too early.

This is how sad my life is: I got a scar from scratching my chicken pox too much. That's my big scar story. I really have no major scars.

My children were the center of my life.

A world where everyone creates content gets confusing pretty quickly without a good search engine.

Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary.

It's hard to always be on top. You go down, you go up.