Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, The Bores and the Bored.
I will go on my knees and ask the Liberian people to participate in bringing peace and stability to our country.
But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
You don't have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that life's about change.
Work is the rent you pay for the room you occupy on earth.
Worry is the interest paid by those who borrow trouble.
A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.
When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more.
My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.
Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.
I have often been accused of putting my foot in my mouth, but I will never put my hand in your pockets
There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality
To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul.
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.
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.
