I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.

A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.

Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

Many of the things you can count, don't count. Many of the things you can't count, really count.

This is pity,” he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.

You should empower the creativity of others.

The decathlon takes so long to learn that people who are good athletes don't want to go back to the beginning again.

Trying to save ecosystems has more to do with changing egosystems.

I think there are times in life where you're automatically drawn to somebody and it's weird - you freak out a bit.

Be certain that you do not die without having done something wonderful for humanity.

Never put anyone out of your heart.

Religions do make claims about the universe--the same kinds of claims that scientists make, except they're usually false.

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.