God in his wisdom circumscribed man's vision, and rightly too, for otherwise man's conceit would know no bounds.
Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.
Persistence is the key to solving most mysteries.
I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.
When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.
Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.
People are responsible for their actions, but not the fruits of their actions. Always do what you think is right, but don't worry if good does not always come from what you do.
I know of no rights of race superior to the rights of humanity.
There is nothing you cannot do.
I don't know many singers who actually do like the sound of their own voice.
Considering the multitude of mortals that handle the pen in these days, and can mostly spell, and write without glaring violations of grammar, the question naturally arises: How is it, then, that no work proceeds from them, bearing any stamp of authenticity and permanence; of worth for more than one day?