External nature is only internal nature writ large.
A scientist in his laboratory is not a mere technician: he is also a child confronting natural phenomena that impress him as though they were fairy tales.?
I've had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.
The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
The true test of a man's character is what he does when no one is watching.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Circumstances do not make the man, they reveal him.
Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.
The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew.
They have formed their own 4-H club - the hopeless, hysterical hypochondriacs of history.
The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion.
Learn to give, whether you have plenty or little, whether you are happy or in pain.
Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
In the increasingly convincing darkness the words become palpable, like a fruit that is too beautiful to eat.