What we call life is only talk of nature.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

I was an angel of the desert. In your arms I broke my wings.

If you go out with a girl and they say she has a great personality, she's ugly. If they tell you a guy works hard, he can't play a lick. Same thing.

It is simply unthinkable that we will ever again send overseas a great expeditionary force of armed men.

I admire writers who can remain objective and distanced, but that doesn't seem to be in my toolbox, somehow.

True friends never apart maybe in distance but never in heart

Love has so many unique yet consistent forms.

Your joy comes from how you think, the choices that we make in life.

Shared laughter creates a bond of friendship.

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

Topics of conversation among the multitude are generally persons, sometimes things, scarcely ever principles.