Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
. . . whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.
That boy hardly needed a mask when his naked face was already impenetrable.
The secret is that there is no secret.
There is one province in which, sooner or later, virtually everyone gets dealt a leading role--hero, heroine, or villain. . . . Unlike the slight implications of quotidian dilemmas that confront the average citizen in other areas of life. . . the stakes in this realm could not be higher. For chances are that at some point along the line you will hold in your hands another person's heart. There is no greater responsibility on the planet. However you contend with this fragile organ, which pounds or seizes in accordance with your caprice, will take your full measure.
You were always uncomfortable with the rhetoric of emotion, which is quite a different matter from discomfort with emotion itself.
The existence of other people is essentially awkward.
It is a profound mistake to think that every thing has been discovered; as well think the horizon the boundary of the world.
It is the tyranny of hidden prejudices that makes us deaf to what speaks to us in tradition.
Nature's first great title--mind.
Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.