The spirit of man is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.
An intense anticipation itself transforms possibility into reality; our desires being often but precursors of the things which we are capable of performing.
Common looking people are the best in the world: that is the reason the Lord makes so many of them.
If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!
Anyone who attempts to generate random numbers by deterministic means is, of course, living in a state of sin.
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands
Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.
One's only rival is one's own potentialities. One's only failure is failing to live up to one's own possibilities. In this sense, every man can be a king, and must therefore be treated like a king.
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 don't try to imagine a personal god; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it.
A person preaches well that lives well.
I fully realize that no wealth or position can long endure, unless built upon truth and justice; therefore, I will engage in no transaction which does not benefit all whom it affects.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below.
A difference of opinion is what makes horse racing and missionaries.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again...
I am not now That which I have been.
In the increasingly convincing darkness the words become palpable, like a fruit that is too beautiful to eat.
The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's; but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.
