The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

Man's great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

War: a massacre of people who don't know each other for the profit of people who know each other but don't massacre each other.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

The universe is built on a plan the profound symmetry of which is somehow present in the inner structure of our intellect.

A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.

Love is being stupid together.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.

The mystery of the gospel is inexpressible.

Wit seduces by signaling intelligence without nerdiness.

If I thought being kissed by Tyr had been what kissing was all about, I had been wrong. This kiss trampled Tyr's kiss, threw it to the ground, and danced on its grave.

I was a typical teen growing up in the 1960s, when everybody was into gurus and meditation.

Rich isn't an amount of money, it's a mindset about how you live. If you believe you can win, you can.

Theatre is simply what cannot be expressed by any other means; a complexity of words, movements, gestures that convey a vision of the world inexpressible in any other way.

Love that ends is the shadow of love; true love is without beginning or end.

Finding permanent and universal causes for misfortune is the practice of despair.

When I was in second grade, my mother moved from Miami to this evangelical conservative environment in western North Carolina, two miles down the road from Billy Graham and his wife, Ruth.

Nobody actually talks to anybody anymore. People in cubicles next to each other, they e-mail each other.