I like doing something romantic with a girl on Valentines Day, like making her dinner and keeping it simple. The more quality time, the better.
A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.
You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.
The czar always got his dues, no matter if it ruined a family.
We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.
It is only that my illusion is more real to me than reality. And so do we often build our world on an error, and cry out that the universe is falling to pieces, if any one but lift a finger to replace the error by truth.
It is not that I belong to the past, but the past that belongs to me.
The worst is that the very hardest thinking will not bring thoughts. They must come like good children of God and cry, "Here we are. " You expend effort and energy thinking hard. Then, after you have given up, they come sauntering in with their hands in their pockets. If the effort had not been made to open the door, however, who knows when they could have come.
We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.
Anyone in the humor business isn't thinking clearly if he doesn't surround himself with idea people. Otherwise, you settle for mediocrity - or you burn yourself out.
Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.