You will never "find" time for anything. If you want time you must make it.

You will never 'find' time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.

In life, as in Chess, ones own Pawns block ones way. A mans very wealth, ease, leisure, children, books, which should help him to win, more often checkmate him

Bad temper is its own scourge. Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter. A man's venom poisons himself more than his victim.

A successful career has been full of blunders.

You cannot win without sacrifice.

A large family party is rather too much like a flight of tomtits; everlasting twitter, but no conversation; gregariousness without companionship.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.

The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.

I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.

Proverbs are potted wisdom.

Zoe leaned closer to Ruth, nearly nose to nose. “If they were made from better stuff, they would have pretended the fault was theirs. They would have made a moment of it--a pretty moment.

Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?

The sleeping tortoise takes all its limbs into its carapace. So does the yogi: going back into himself he does not see anything worldly any longer, he makes peace in himself.

Why are we so blind to see that the only ones we hurt are you and me?

Everywhere outside New York City is Bridgeport, Connecticut.

The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling just to stop the tears from falling.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

I don't think I have even achieved fame. Of course, Hemingway says that fame is death's little sister.

Every scientific fulfillment raises new questions; it asks to be surpassed and outdated.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.