It is very seldom that the same man knows much of science and about the things that were known before science came.

Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

It is very seldom that the same man knows much of science, and about the things that were known before science came.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring houses were not alike, but different one from another, because they held different dreams.

It was the hour when gauze-winged insects are born that only live for a day.

A winner smiles and a looser cries. The God looks at them and says, 'Sorry, guys!

I guess I figured that as long as I was with people I loved, I was home. It didn't matter where we were or what kind of place we lived in. We had each other and that was enough.

How to preside over your own internal disorder? Finding the "I" that can represent the pack of you is the first challenge of the memoirist.

Overcome the devils with a thing called love.

I've always had bizarre, negative feelings about anything traditional, like marriage and family. I never thought something like that worked.

Do not ask for fears to be removed; ask for courage equal to the fears.

One who claimed what Jesus claimed about himself couldn't be a good moral man or a prophet. That option isn't open to us, and Jesus never intended it to be.

He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.