If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

Moonlight is sculpture.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and the revelry above may cause us to forget their existence.

In the nembutsu we see and feel the Buddha everywhere and in everything. Life itself becomes the unfolding of Buddha

Happiness is not the absence of conflict but the ability to cope with it.

It's hard to see a halo when you're looking for horns.

Every fellow is really two men -- what he is and what he might be; and you're never absolutely sure which you're going to bury till he's dead.

I say at our management conferences that the amount Wal-Mart grows in just one year is the equivalent of Costco's size.

We need to expect to pay a price if we want to make our lives better, but more importantly, we need to expect to pay a price for just leaving things as they are.

I like when people are very passionate about what they want to write about. Even if it's silly, you can be very passionate about it.

I read a lot of literary theory when I was in graduate school, especially about novels, and the best book I ever read about endings was Peter Brooks' 'Reading for the Plot. '

Beauty is not beauty without love.

The weakest goes to the wall.