Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man.

To make a fine gentleman, several trades are required, but chiefly a barber.

One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.

Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success.

Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

This world you think you know? It's hidden... in shards of reality.

When you release the garbage of negativity, you can digest positivity for your destiny.

A person who is obsessed thinks about heaven frequently. Obsessed people orient their lives around eternity; they are not fixed only on what is here in front of them.

In life one must decide whether to conjugate the verb to have or the verb to be.

For what are we but our past? If that is lost, we become nothing.

There's always been something illicit about the way I work. I'm photographing people I don't know, when nobody else is home - there's a necessary degree of secrecy.

A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

Hey kids, while you're out smashing the state keep a smile on your lips and a song in your hearts.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.