People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!

He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.

And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.

If you must catch, you must not fear what is being thrown.

He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.

The soul will take that love and put it where it can best be used.

We're half the people we should be half the Congress.

Any approach to scientific inference which seeks to legitimize it and answer in reponse to complex uncertainty is, for me, a totalitarian parody of a would-be rational learning process.

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

I have never wished there was a God to call on- I have often wished there was a God to thank.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

As long as man labors for a physical existence, though an act of necessity almost, he is yet natural; it is life, though that of this world, for which he instinctively works.

When God closes one door, He slams another in your face