Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

If you fail at something, it means you have not mastered the art. With persistence practice, you will be master and eventually succeed.

Keeping it simple, you have a vision of what you are to become and a strategy for making that happen.

Identity is invariably false to facts.

In the old world that is passing, in the new world that is coming, national efficiency has been and will be a controlling factor in national safety and welfare

It cannot be that the people should grow in grace unless they give themselves to reading. A reading people will always be a knowing people.

I see nothing but a world of ruins, where a kind of front line is possible only in the catacombs.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

There is only one decision you need to make: You are either working at your Freedom or you are accepting your bondage.

You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can't care anyway.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.