Progress. There's a good deal too much o' this progress about nowadays, an', what's more, it'll have to stop.

The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing.

The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding.

Is this the final treachery of time, that the old become a burden upon the young?

This alone is to be feared - the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of the spirit. The death of the body is to that, I think, a little thing.

Nature is not silent, and never was a name more derisively inappropriate than when we speak of these non-human creatures who hoot and crow and bray as the dumb animals.

A sense of humor is so handy, isn't it? It lets you see both sides of a question so that you never need do anything.

I am much perturbed by this business of sickness. Our bodies seem so easily to leap into the saddle where our minds should be. People who are ill become changelings.

We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite distance.

it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.

I am fierce for work. Without work I am nothing.

Life is a book. Keep writing your book.

Any work is always improvable, you cannot really finish the work, you can only abandon it out of tiredness or incompetence.

One of the most terrible feelings in the world is knowing that someone else doesn't like you. Especially when you don't know what you've done to deserve it.

The Stock Market was down today. Two major businesses declared bankruptcy, consumer spending is at an all time low - in other words, Bush is back on the job.

The only way you approach politics and seek elective office is to move forward. For me to look back in anger or with any rancor would be a mistake.

There is no such things as darkness, only a failure to see.

The silences express so much and are so crucial in music, and prose does not allow for the creation of these silences, these white spaces on the page or the computer screen.

Whence are we, and why are we? Of what scene The actors or spectators?

It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out darkness.

If as a family we must be selective listeners, then let us pay more attention to the words of the heart and less to the words of anger