Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Designers + artists see potential in things where others do not. I think artists in many ways are the original entrepreneurs.

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is; the people is never corrupted, but it is often deceived, and on such occasions only does it seem to will what is bad.

I know how many days in which I have just answered e-mail, had three phone calls and a two hour lunch. Poof, gone. They are not infrequent.

It has now become a very common sentiment, that there is some deep and radical wrong somewhere, and that legislators have proved themselves incapable of discovering, or, of remedying it.

If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, you become something else entirely.

Kate had never been married, so she had no way of knowing if I was a normal husband. This has been good for our marriage.

One made the observation of the people of Asia that they were all slaves to one man, merely because they could not pronounce that syllable No.

A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.

The harder the life, the finer the person.