What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.

If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.

Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.

Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.

A good teacher is someone who can help you to get back to a teacher within.

Memory all to easily accommodates the corruption of regret.

There's a confidence and a mental toughness that comes from the very highest level of competition, whatever the sport is. Whether it's boxing or wrestling, or whatever.

I'm stronger than I think I am. Mentally, physically.

To many moderns, [love] is something that is only a part of us rather than something of which we are a part.

Exhilarating. Radical Grace moved me to tears with its portrayal of good people putting their beliefs into action in ways that transcend all ideological boundaries.

Jury verdicts, basketball games, and even music are enough to set off black rage, it seems.

After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.