When the wayfarer whistles in the dark, he may be disavowing his timidity, but he does not see any the more clearly for doing so.

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.

The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'

In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

We are what we are because we have been what we have been.

I prefer the company of animals more than the company of humans. Certainly, a wild animal is cruel. But to be merciless is the privilege of civilized humans.

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

She's pretty in a familiar kind of way that I forget to notice, until someone else notices and I'm reminded.

There is no perfect condition so now is the perfect time and today is the perfect day to take action.

If I'd just tried for them dinky singles I could've batted around .600.

The facts are always friendly, every bit of evidence one can acquire, in any area, leads one that much closer to what is true.

The truth is that there are no things for which men will make such herculean efforts as the things of which they know they are unworthy.

One thing I hate about school committees today is that they cut arts programs out of the curriculum because they say the arts aren't a way to make a living.

Love creates an "us" without destroying the "me".

He [P.G.Wodehouse] is I believe, the only man living who speaks with equal fluency the American and English languages.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.