Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.

A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.

Anyone who picks up a Compton-Burnett finds it very hard not to put it down.

There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.

My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.

We can build upon foundations anywhere if they are well and firmly laid.

As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.

Real life seems to have no plots.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.

Appearances are not held to be a clue to the truth,' said his cousin. 'But we seem to have no other.

What do I aspire to be? Just an ordinary person who values living.

If we define ourselves by each of the ever-changing feelings that cascade through us, how will we ever feel at home in our own bodies and minds?

Creating light is a wiz

No one has ever changed the outcomes of the future by constantly worrying about it. Therefore, your goal should be to always focus on the present and give it all that you have in you.

It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which is regarded as a malignant tumor in the imagination.

Amanda is now a tenure-track professor at Yale.

Life begin at the end of your Comfort Zone. So if you're feeling uncomfortable right now, know that the change taking place in your life is a begining, not an ending

Life really went backwards. My parents lost everything, all their savings, because we had to run from the Nigerian side to the Biafran side. We were Igbos.

where ther is drsire there is gonig to be a flame where there is a flame someones bound to burned just because it bruns doesn't mean your going to die you gotta get up and try, try, try

Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.