The properties which differentiate living matter from any kind of inorganic imitation may be instinctively felt, but can hardly be formulated without expert knowledge.

Death is the end of a stage, not the end of the journey. The road stretches on beyond our comprehension.

A fish probably has no means of apprehending the existence of water; it is too deeply immersed in it.

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence.

In other cases, when the medium becomes entranced, the demonstration of a communicator's separate intelligence may become stronger and the sophistication less.

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.

Matter moves, but Ether is strained.

Any person without invincible prejudice who had the same experience would come to the same broad conclusion, viz., that things hitherto held impossible do actually occur.

There is a conservation of matter and of energy, there may be a conservation of life; or if not of life, of something which transcends life.

But although life is not energy, any more than it is matter, yet it directs energy and thereby controls arrangements of matter.

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.

THE SEASONS REMIND ME THAT I MUST KEEP CHANGING.

Money had no name, of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

In leadership there are always problems to be solved and tensions to be managed. When you try to solve a tension, you create a problem.

For men obsessed with women's underwear, a course in washing, ironing and mending is recommended.

A heart that overflows may seek out merrymaking and boisterous festivities to quietly rejoice, unnoticed amidst the reveling crowds.

She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years.

He had a theory, Walt did, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.

Yellow wakes me up in the morning. Yellow gets me on the bike every day. Yellow has taught me the true meaning of sacrifice. Yellow makes me suffer. Yellow is the reason I'm here.

I like Kylie Minogue sometimes - I like a lot of unusual stuff... I don't know - I like Justin Timberlake over Lady GaGa, just musically.

You may wonder which came first: the skill or the hard work. But that's a moot point. The Zen master cleans his own studio. So should you.