You can't learn the truth about a man's intentions by asking him.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.

Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane

When the mouse laughs at the cat, there's a hole nearby.

Sometimes you don't know why you're doing something. You're intuitively following, to see where it leads.

I won't claim the workhouses didn't have their problems, but they were set up by people who cared.

It's not about any one person. You've got to get over yourself and realize that it takes a group to get this thing done

So I think in those circumstances, there's some potential that you could see a big pendulum swing like 1994, which people you thought weren't vulnerable all of the sudden get in trouble.

I feel like if you can describe something fully and accurately, then people will be able to see it themselves - they don't need be told what to.

A lot of my reputation is a product of exaggeration and ignorance.

The strongest part of a religion today is its unconscious poetry

Like a crowd in my head, so loud. I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet. Noise in my head like a riot. Any remedy you have for me, I'll try it.