I worked for half a cent a word. I'm not a fast writer to begin with, so for the first few years I had do other things.

Human interactions, stimulated as they are by disequilibrium, never achieve balance. In even the most favorable transaction, one party whether he realizes it or not must always come out the worse.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.

Good music always defeats bad luck

But I've sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection.

While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.

I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

Sanctification of souls!

The quicker your forget unpleasant instances and forgive yourself or others for wrong deeds, the better are your chances of focusing on your aspirations and working towards them.

Human rights protection laws typically come under attack from those who made these laws necessary to begin with.

The world's history is constant like the laws of nature and simple like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

If you listen to certain things then you can hear music everywhere. But it's your perspective on 'what do I listen to, why do I listen, what's going on.' And then you have music.

The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire.

It's always nice to look in the mirror at the end of the day and see that you helped somebody's life... even if only a little bit.