Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

...awkward passion is so often so very much more admirable than mere achievement.

Blackhole doesn't crush those things in the vicinity.It miniaturises everything in different laws of physics.

Autism does exist on a spectrum, and there are so many manifestations of it, so many kinds of expressions of it. And every case is particular.

The claim that everybody sees the world differently is not a claim that there's no reality. It's a different kind of claim.

He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.

I wanted to work in the arts. My dream come true would be to be an architectural historian and work with the royal palaces and all the fabulous art collections. But I'm not committed enough.

They hear it come out, but they don't know how it got there. They don't understand that's life's way of talking. You don't sing to feel better. You sing cause that's a way of understanding life.

To do more and more with less and less until eventually you can do everything with nothing.

And Burke, could he see our century, never would concede that a consumption-society, so near to suicide, is the end for which Providence has prepared man.

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.