It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.

For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.

Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory and the second philosophy

There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body's sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.

All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.

Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.

One's work may be finished someday, but one's education never.

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

It was a night where the rogue drow felt tiny, and yet grand, a part of something ancient, eternal, and as vast as his imagination and as warm as the love among these five freinds surrounding him ...

Since we are mortal friendships are best kept to a moderate level rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.

Most people have no idea how to politely answer a phone. The English do, and it's been their only major business advantage for the past two centuries.

If you're going to succeed, you've got to be like one of those punch-drunk fighters in the old Warner Bros. boxing pictures: too stupid to fall down, you just keep slugging and stay on your feet.

I was one of the first three black students to go to an all-white school in Tennessee.

I didn't see painters doing paintings of glassware and glass shelves or sand dunes and receding snow fences. Why does that interest photographers and not artists?

There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.