The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!

Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.

We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

The man raised his glass, 'To you!'Can't you think of a wittier t

Man without compassion is the coldest thing ever in this universe!

Creativity is a massive and the sharpest voice that reaches every corner of the globe.

The purpose of Yoga is to facilitate the profound inner relaxation that accompanies fearlessness. The release from fear is what finally precipitates the full flowering of love.

A bullfighter must have courage, skill, and grace. And of these courage is the most important.

Words and thoughts concerning compassionate action that are not put into practice are like beautiful flowers that are colorful but have no fragrance.

Trust is everything between two artists, or between subject and artist. You have to have trust or nothing good will come out of it.

Error is to be pitied and pardoned: it is the weakness of human nature. But vice is a foul blemish, not pardonable in any character.

It's hard to find logic in things sometimes. That's why I can't analyze things too much, because it often doesn't make much sense.

Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.