With them the individual counted for nothing. No one was irreplaceable, because they drew no distinction between one man and another... In this community there was harmony, but no love.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed.

Maybe all the people who say ghosts don't exist are just afraid to admit that they do.

What he had hoped for was his ruin and what he had feared his salvation.

He's a good old sort. If only he weren't plumb crazy!

It was a wonderful feeling, a sense of release and boundless freedom that he had never known before. He was beyond the reach of all the things that had weighed him down and hemmed him in.

... Up until then he had always wanted to be someone other than he was, but he didn't want to change.

The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they're as clever as can be and are convinced that it's terribly important to persuade even the children that Fanstastica doesn't exist.

When it comes to controlling human beings there is no better instrument than lies. Because, you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated.

Your body is an intelligent organism

If you're good at it, you can win.

A real possibility now exists for a Government that is not led by either Fine Gael or Fianna Fáil

I'm an average guy. I wasn't the dude who was gonna sit at the stage and dump all my paycheck into the girl.

Ninety percent of the time, I'm wearing imaginary people's clothing. I don't feel a huge pressure to go out and like, hit the town, hit the boutiques.

When it comes to hockey, it's been in my blood since I was 3 or 4 years old. I love coaching the kids, especially at that level.

Every believer departing this old earth ...immediately transitions into heaven and is welcomed home by Jesus himself.

There was a young man of Herne Bay who was making some fireworks one day: but he dropped his cigar in the gunpowder jar. There was a young man of Herne Bay.

Everything written with vitality expresses that vitality: there are no dull subjects, only dull minds.

My wife keeps on telling me my worst fault is that I keep things to myself and appear relaxed. But I am really in a room in my own head and not hearing a thing anyone is saying.