Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in, or the fortunes they have met with.

There are no accidents so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage, and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage.

We do not have a fear of the unknown. What we fear is giving up the known.

Poles must understand history but we must also overcome it if it is obstructing our contemporary goals.

You find God the moment you realize that you don't need to seek God

I'm not particularly interested in running for president.

The end of secrecy would be the end of the novel - especially the English novel. The English novel requires social secrecy, personal secrecy.

Never throw mud. You may miss the mark, and you'll have dirty hands.

The joy of the soul is in glorification of the beloved Lord of all creation.

For most people, the price for security is personal freedom. And without freedom, many people spend their lives working for money, rather than living out to their dreams

I think for it to be hip to be idealistic is weird, you know? I mean, even all the best rebels to me, had some sense of hope in them.

At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.