I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.

Human interactions, stimulated as they are by disequilibrium, never achieve balance. In even the most favorable transaction, one party whether he realizes it or not must always come out the worse.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.

Good music always defeats bad luck

But I've sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection.

While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.

Only if you have been in the deepest valley, can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain.

I don't know, " Jason said with a shrug. "Maybe it's too late for me. Maybe my heart is already too far good."With a smile she said softly, "It's never too late to be good.

I've never been enamoured by the idea of being a celebrity.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Personal power is the reflection of a person of knowledge. A person of knowledge, an enlightened person, a person even close to enlightenment, has a great deal of personal power.

The artist is the person who makes life more interesting or beautiful, more understandable or mysterious, or probably, in the best sense, more wonderful.

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

The West may collapse very suddenly. Complex civilizations do that, because they operate, most of the time, on the edge of chaos.

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.