Victorian society was homogeneous without being homogenized. It was, to paraphrase the epigram about Parliament, a society of extreme eccentrics who agreed so well that they could afford to differ.

Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: The creative act.

Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.

The holiness of the real Is always there, accessible In total immanence. The nodes Of transcendence coagulate In you, the experiencer, And in the other, the lover.

There have always been those who, though they see tragedy as the outcome of freedom, will nevertheless judge that tragedy is not too high a price to pay.

You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.

The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.

It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

You learn nothing if you carry with you a journalistic system of values, which is invented to save reporters from experience.

Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, "What man does with his aloneness.

Always do more than you get paid for to make an investment in your future.

I must have been chosen because I know it all from beginning to end. I am certainly not the story itself. I am only the grass that tattles on the wind.

The entrepreneur always searches for change, responds to it, and exploits it as an opportunity.

Mistakes are normal and human. Make them small, accept them, correct them, and forget them.

A dreamer lives forever, And a toiler dies in a day.

I often laugh at Satan, and there is nothing that makes him so angry as when I attack him to his face, and tell him that through God I am more than a match for him

I have nothing against Bosniaks/Islam, but it is the desire to direct political processes that is completely unacceptable.

It is the responsibility of intellectuals to speak the truth and expose lies.

All happiness comes from the desire for others to be happy.

Blest is that nation whose silent course of happiness furnishes nothing for history to say.