In comparing your sorrows with mine, you may discover that yours are in truth nought.. and so shall you come to bear them the more easily grateful that they are not worse.

It is by doubting that we come to investigate, and by investigating that we recognize the truth.

The key to wisdom is this - constant and frequent questioning, for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth.

Nothing can be believed unless it is first understood; and that for any one to preach to others that which either he has not understood nor they have understood is absurd.

Logic has made me hated in the world.

By doubting we come to questioning, and by questioning we perceive the truth.

Be precise in the use of words and expect precision from others

Language is generated by the intellect and generates the intellect.

The beginning of wisdom is found in doubting; by doubting we come to the question, and by seeking we may come upon the truth.

The first key to wisdom is assiduous and frequent questioning.

I preferred the weapons of dialectic to all the other teachings of philosophy, and armed with these, I chose the conflicts of disputation rather than the trophies of war.

Hold material goods and wealth on a flat palm and not in a clenched fist.

If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.

Unprovoked attacks on Israel's borders, murdering Israeli soldiers, taking Israeli hostages and showering rockets targeting and killing Israeli civilians are not furthering any legitimate goal.

New York is so diverse. When you're on the street or in the subway, you're experiencing more of the diversity of New York.

I grew up in what was not so much a familyas a genetic disaster.

You can feel yourself trying too hard, doing too much. Nobody wants to watch somebody when they're needy, and actors are in the unfortunate position of needing to be cast and needing to be liked.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.

I think there's a certain numbness in modern society, that accepts certain kinds of violence, but represses other kinds of violence.

Women often have a great need to portray themselves as sympathetic and pleasing, but we're also dark people with dark thoughts.