A little man said to the Universe. "Sir! I exist." The Universe replied: "That's fine." Just don't think it creates any obligation on my part.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

A man said to the universe: 'Sir, I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe. 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

Truth ... Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom; Long have I pursued it, But never have I touched The hem of its garment.

The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.

Half of tradition is a lie.

But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

There is nothing- No life, No joy, No pain- There is nothing save opinion, And opinion be damned.

We have come to worship things, status, fame, popularity, money, security. Anything that comes between God and ourselves is idolatry. Jesus demands Lordship over all such things.

She didn't say anything—at least, not with her mouth. Her eyes told me a different story. The only problem was that they each had a thousand tongues talking, each in a language I didn't speak.

A manager doesn't hear the cheers.

Missionary life is simply a chance to die.

My attitude towards money is because of my mum and dad. My parents have always worked full time and I've always had that work ethic in me.

Grown men may learn from very little children, for the hearts of little children are pure, and, therefore, the Great Spirit may show to them many things which older people miss.

Book depository is nothing new; there've been outlets selling books internationally via mail order for many decades - the only change is that it's now easier to find and use such services.

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.

Music is neither old nor modern: it is either good or bad music, and the date at which it was written has no significance whatever.