The three most powerful seasonings are hunger, variety, and gratitude.

Depression: the healthy suspicion that modern life has no meaning and that modern society is absurd and alienating.

There are essentially three types of people: those who love life more than they fear it, those who fear life more than they love it, and those who have no clue what I'm talking about.

A man shrinks or expands into the degree and nature of his ambition. Ambition needs to be cultivated and refined, and yet has no teachers.

Man first creates the universe in his image, and then turns round to say that God created man in his image... As Voltaire quipped, if God created man in his image, man has returned the compliment.

Wonder begets culture, which begets yet more wonder, and the end of wonder is wisdom, which is the state of perpetual wonder.

Our life is just as long or short as our remembering: as rich as our imagining, as vibrant as our feeling, and as profound as our thinking.

Love, like madness, can only fill the models that society makes available.

The problem with studying is that it gets in the way of education.

Love is like chickenpox. It's much worse when it comes late.

Of all funny things, truth is the funniest.

The eyes of such a nation (living godly) shall view a land that stretches afar. Talking about global influence, authority, dignity and respect.

My life belongs only to me.I let go of all the expectationsthat others have of me.My life doesn’t belongto anybody, except to meand to Life itself.

Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?

There are two kinds of man: the ones who make history and the ones who endure it.

For paranoia about 'what other people think' : remember that only some hate, a very few love - and almost all just don't care.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows

We would be 1,500 years ahead if it hadn't been for the church dragging science back by its coattails and burning our best minds at the stake.

...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too; and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.

It's such a happiness when good people get together.