Is this the final treachery of time, that the old become a burden upon the young?

The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing.

The crown of life is neither happiness nor annihilation; it is understanding.

This alone is to be feared - the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of the spirit. The death of the body is to that, I think, a little thing.

Nature is not silent, and never was a name more derisively inappropriate than when we speak of these non-human creatures who hoot and crow and bray as the dumb animals.

A sense of humor is so handy, isn't it? It lets you see both sides of a question so that you never need do anything.

I am much perturbed by this business of sickness. Our bodies seem so easily to leap into the saddle where our minds should be. People who are ill become changelings.

We each live in a private, distorted, individual world - stars turning in space, warmed for a moment by each other's light, then lost in infinite distance.

it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.

I am fierce for work. Without work I am nothing.

There's never been a lack of men willing to die bravely. The trouble is to find a few able to live sensibly.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

Parenting a pre-teen is quite something.

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

When you direct a movie, you're basically looking at a story, the way you want to look at it. You bring that director's vision, and I'm totally open for that.

One only hope my heart can cheer, - The hope to meet again.

Whenever we discover a dislike in us, toward any one, we should ever be a little suspicious of ourselves.

I have repeatedly said, when asked, that if the stories about me helped inspired our troops and rally a nation, then perhaps there was some good.

We are already seeing older people wanting greater choice in how, when and where they receive care.

The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.