The most disastrous times have produced the greatest minds. The purest metal comes of the most ardent furnace; the most brilliant lightning come of the darkest clouds.

Forests precede civilizations and deserts follow them.

There is nothing beautiful or sweet or great in life that is not mysterious.

Every institution goes through three stages - utility, privilege, and abuse.

The heart feels, the head compares.

Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.

Alexander created cities everywhere he passed: I have left dreams everywhere I have trailed my life.

We must not always try to plumb the depths of the human heart; the truths it contains are among those that are best seen in half-light or in perspective.

The original writer is not he who refrains from imitating others, but he who can be imitated by none.

Love decreases when it ceases to increase.

Achilles exists only through Homer . Take away the art of writing from this world , and you will probably take away its glory .

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

What do you think is the problem? You’re a cute kid-­‐uh, guy. Man. You’re a cuteman.

Entrepreneur, your either raising the bar of excellence or your exhaling at the bar which is expensive.

One can unite the French only under the threat of danger. One cannot simply bring together a nation that produces 265 kinds of cheese.

In the mental calmness of a spiritual life, I have found that the answers to the whys in our lives are able to come to you. In my music I find the same thing.

For a bookworm like Mother, a Brontë novel sister was better than a biological one.

Being alone with yourself is increasingly unpopular.

I don't want to end my career and then start something. I like to do something while my career is still hot and I've always enjoyed designing.

We don't talk about planes flying. We talk about them crashing.

When you write, you can hide behind your words. When you talk, you are up front, like the clown in the midway booth; and passersby can bean you with a ball.