Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work; teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

Let your dream devour your life, not your life devour your dream.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

Equality makes way for an increased number of free, considered choices, and an increased number of people with access to them. But choice itself isn't the same as equality...

Occupation was one of the pleasures of paradise, and we cannot be happy without it.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

I'm hopeful that we'll be able to study the ocean before we destroy it.

My phone just auto-corrected my name to "Jamie unnecessary," instead of Jamie Lynn.

I don't know if it's a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she's got a pimple.

I first started writing fiction in college because I was attracted to beautiful sentences. I loved to read them. I wanted to write them.

Every man has an equal right to the necessaries of life even as birds and beasts have.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Look don’t sit there behind the computer like a useless vegetable and tell me how to train