Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing.

Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.

Some say only the most trustworthy & loving go through trials we don't understand. I say that it's only them who didn't let it change who they were.

I have seem even those who have long since abjured God die in grace. . . . Atheists don't use their drying to bargain for a better seat at the table

If you have the right knowledge you can substitute it for all the other facts of production

The approach to the offices of Girdlestone and Co. was not a very dignified one, nor would the uninitiated who traversed it form any conception of the commercial prosperity of the firm in question.

We sing for these kids who don't have a thing.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

He had a stellar talent. I not only lost a contemporary in the death of Robert E. Howard. The world lost a writer of extraordinary gifts.

My voice is clotted with unshed tears.