So soon did we, wayfarers, begin to learn that man's life is rounded with the same few facts, the same simple relations everywhere, and it is vain to travel to find it new.

Never look back unless you are planning to go that way.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.

It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined...

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be.

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.

The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover it was never fish that you were after.

The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.

Those who are truly grateful are deeply moved by the privilege of living.

All libraries must submit to a certain order, I answered. Indeed, agreed the professor, or all will be lost. The fall of nations and empires begins with the fall of libraries.

The quoting of an aphorism, like the angry barking of a dog or the smell of overcooked broccoli, rarely indicates that something helpful is about to happen.

I don't want to get into some sort of back-and-forth on insults because that just drags everybody down.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.

I'm fascinated by religion, but I'm not particularly religious.

You are always connected to Source. Wherever you are, wherever you go, you are always connected to Divine Wisdom, Divine Intelligence, and Divine Love.

I don't really do pranks any more. I have a laugh in the dressing room here, where it's safe, and the guys don't go to the papers and tell them what I've done.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: For translations, the best books are still those by R. H. Blyth. . . .

A thing that has no value does not exist.