The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.

Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.

Time is the clarity for seeing right and wrong.

What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?

The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

Great things alone can make a great mind, and petty things will make a petty mind unless a man rejects them as completely alien.

Almost all good businesses engage in 'pain today, gain tomorrow' activities.

If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.

Swing hard in case you hit it.

It is the fate of every great achievement to be pounced upon by pedants and imitators who drain it of life and turn it into an orthodoxy which stifles all stirrings of originality.

I am an average mother in almost every way, so yes, much to my regret, I do yell at my children.

If I could say with words what my dances express, I wouldn’t have a reason to dance.

Pure devotional service fries the seeds of material inclinations in our heart.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.