...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.

All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by.

So, I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

A reading appetite is quirky, singular, and essential

To think too much is a disease.

Regardless of your upbringing orformative experiences, it is never toolate to start believing in yourself.

There is nothing that says more about its creator than the work itself.

No one ever won a chess game by betting on each move. Sometimes you have to move backward to get a step forward.

Coarse rice to eat, water to drink, my bended arm for a pillow - therein is happiness. Wealth and rank attained through immoral means are nothing but drifting clouds.

If it's all wrong, it's all right.

I need a new unit to sample and hold, but not an angry one, a new design, new design.

Look, I promise I’m not psychotic. Eccentric and idiosyncratic, but not psychotic. (Sebastian) I’ll bet the prisons are full of men who have told women that. (Channon)

Condemnation by category is the lowest form of hatred, for it is cold-hearted and abstract, lacking even the courage of a personal hatred.