So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I'd better not miss it, because once you're dead, it's too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.

To be poor, ugly and, moreover, intelligent condemns one in our society to a dark and disillusioned life...to beauty all is forgiven.

Entrusting one's life is not the same as opening up one's soul.

I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there.

Because beauty consits of it's own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.

I suddenly felt my spirit expand, for I was capable of grasping the utter beauty of the trees.

History engineered if the facts couldn't be generally accepted.

The present is never tidy, or certain, or reasonable, and those who try to make it so once it becomes the past succeed only in making it seem implausible.

The great thing about irony is that it splits things apart, gets up above them so we can see the flaws and hypocrisies and duplicates.

My mother's wonderful. To me she's perfection.

The great God absolute! The centre and circumference of all democracy! His omnipresence, our divine equality!

The only product that's worth investing in is a fully functional musculoskeletal system. It's no luxury but rather a basic necessity that's within everyone's reach.

We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.

By persisting in your path, though you forfeit the little, you gain the great.

There's a satisfaction in seeing something happen over time.

Difficult, say you? Difficult to be a man of virtue, truly good, shaped and fashioned without flaw in the perfect figure of four-squared excellence, in body and mind, in act and thought?