For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

We almost always forgive those we understand.

What is this eternity to me without you? What is the infinity of my domains? Empty ringing words, A spacious temple - without a divinity!

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom.

In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.

I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself.

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

You can't kill me. Even if you could, you can't bring yourself to do it. You'll hesitate. Again.

As a general thing when a woman wears the pants in a family she has a good right to them.

It's a challenge to demonstrate that you can prepare some really interesting food with humble ingredients.

I awoke in the Midsummer not-to-call night, in the white and the walk of the morning

I know people are looking at whats happening in Washington and then they also look at events in Europe, in Greece and Portugal and other places and worry about that.

A new broom can sweep the floor, but an old broom knows where the dirt is.

The way you remember the past depends upon your hope for the future.

When human power becomes so great and original that we can account for it only as a kind of divine imagination, we call it genius