I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed

The wise are silent, the foolish speak, and the children are thus led astray, for wisdom is not knowledge, it is a realization of the scheme and of one's own part in it.

Not easily may an individual escape the deep slavery of the herd.

My imagination requires a judicious rein; I am afraid to let it loose, for it carries me sometimes into appalling places beyond the stars and beneath the world.

Ritual is the passage way of the soul into the Infinite.

Time is measured by the quality and not the quanity of sensations it contains.

But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave pictures that persist the good are ever too luke-warm.

The best match in the world will not light a candle unless the wick be first suitably prepared.

No place worth knowing yields itself at sight, and those the least inviting on first view may leave the most haunting pictures upon the walls of memory.

The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.

No man can describe to another convincingly wherein lies the magic of the woman who ensnares him.

Percy scowled. "I-I know you."Nico raised his eyebrows. "Do you?

I was the daughter of teachers, so school was always very important. I liked it.

Wealth is a tide which flows into one place by ebbing from another.

That to me was one of the most exciting, and weird puzzles of this book: how are the most religious people and the least religious people of their time all drawn to very similar visions of utopia?

I can't believe it! A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch!

Never, never be afraid to do what's right.

Seriousness is a disease.

Just because your triceps have fallen behind your biceps, doesn't mean you should back off your triceps workouts.

As American families and businesses have been forced to tighten their belts, Washington has refused to do the same.

Thomas Jefferson was a real poet. He was slick with that 'pursuit' of happiness because the 'pursuit' puts it back on you.