Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.

That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.

Soothsayers are like that. They see many futures but never their own.

How do you define a life of high personal worth and lasting success?

Loving yourself comes first from there everything else falls into place

No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

I used to hold a unitary view, in which I proposed that only experienced happiness matters, and that life satisfaction is a fallible estimate of true happiness.

A fighter with heart will almost always win out against a fighter with skill but no will.

The sense of inferiority inherent in the act of imitation breeds resentment. The impulse of the imitators is to overcome the model they imitate.

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?

[Science] is corrosive of religious belief, and it's a good thing too.

It's simple arithmetic: "Your income can grow only to the extent you do."

There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.