He who considers himself a paragon of wisdom is sure to commit some superlatively stupid act.

He is not dead who departs from life with a high and noble fame; but he is dead, even while living, whose brow is branded with infamy.

Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.

The noble man is only God's image.

Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.

Who cannot but see oftentimes how strange the threads of our destiny run? Oft it is only for a moment the favorable instant is presented. We miss it, and months and years are lost.

He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

What did he call them? Lupus garous? Fancy name for a horror-flick creature.

No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

I'm as much a victim of the romantic myth of 'getting away' as anyone else. My head tells me it's myth, but I don't want to believe it is.

The actual materials are important. A book at the nightstand is important - a light you can get at - or a flashlight as Kerouac had a brakeman's latern.

The real problem is not increasing your energy. The problem is losing it. If you stop the loss and you simply meditate, you will have more than enough energy. You will learn to live strategically.

I'm always working. I work wherever I am.

What counts is a way to get along with people that will bring us personal satisfaction and, at the same time, not trample upon the egos of those we deal with.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

[Cuba's goverment] is an anti-American government.

I'm not Misbah, Mishah is not me