When night comes, something speaksfrom that soft, fragrant wilderness.It says, the heart is not a door. But it opens.We feel in the dark for the hinge.

Those who grant sympathy to guilt, grant none to innocence.

What are you worrying about? You are born to die anyway.

So long as one does not despair so long as one doesn't look upon life bitterly things work out fairly well in the end.

The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.

The fundamental laws are in the long run merely statements that every event is itself and not some different event.

For sheer sensory enjoyment, few everyday experiences can compete with a good cup of coffee.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Republicans should never abandon pro-growth conservative principles in an effort to embrace the ideas of Al Gore.

You will become whoever you want to be.