Nothing’s more fun than being carried away.

Her smile put the sunflower to shame.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.

Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?

Who are you?' I didn't understand the question. I'm Uri', he said. 'What's your name?' I gave him my name. 'Stopthief.

How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Fifty percent of something is better than than one hundred percent of nothing.

To be a power to reckon with you need to believe in yourself and your dreams.

Write a page a day and you'll have a complete novel in year.

I'm not saying I'm impervious to criticism.

Social laughter is momentary, soon burns itself out and passes away like the fire and smokes of straw, but genius shakes the very skies with its lasting, inextinguishable laughter.

All four Gospels agree in giving us a picture of a very definite personality. One is obliged to say, "Here was a man. This could not have been invented.

Almost all great painters in old age arrive at the same kind of broad, simplified style, as if they wanted to summarise the whole of their experience in a few strokes and blobs of colour.

I have a history of saving animals. I started years ago with a cow.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

It's beginnings that are hard. I always begin with a great sense of dread and trepidation. Nietzsche says that the decision to start writing is like leaping into a cold lake.