Beyond all the fires of love through which one passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who can live in its serenity.

To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another.

I believe half of the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things.

What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified.

Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch.

Women are women and can't help themselves.

Every man's first declaration of love is bathos--the zenith of his passion connoting perhaps the nadir of his intelligence.

In France the men all live in cafes, the children are all put out to nurse, and the women, saving the respect of mademoiselle -- well, the less said about them the better.

Don't be a genius, my son, it isn't good for anybody.

Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty.

I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times it racks you and keeps you from sleeping.

No true friendship takes account of credit and debt. It gives freely, without thought of compensation or reward.

Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.

The myth of self-sufficiency demands optimism without end, downplays life’s challenges, and shames us when, inevitably, we fall short.

Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why.

Holy humility confounds pride and all the men of this world and all things that are in the world.

Kortchnoi's heritage is many-faceted - over the decades he has several times corrected and changed his style. But the main thing has invariably remained his search for chess truth.

Chinese are wise in comprehending without many words what is inevitable and inescapable and therefore only to be borne.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

Our reverence for workaholism has produced corporate leaders who believe they don't need sleep, and neither should anyone else.

Big data will replace the need for 80% of all doctors