Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

Happiness is the cure—a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both.

Where the bodily presence is weak and the speech contemptible, surely there cannot be error in making written language the medium of better utterance than faltering lips can achieve?

. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .

This little man was of the order of beings who must not be opposed, unless you possessed an all-dominant force sufficient to crush him at once.

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

The world, I soon learned, held a different estimate: and I make no doubt, the world is very right in its view, yet believe also that I am not quite wrong in mine.

Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me.

In catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature.

We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead.

The Elven Way passes beyond the fields of the known into the forest of the unknown, illuminated by the glow of the elves.

A person that only looks to benefit from other people, usually ends up alone.

I think everyone's parents have secrets. You just have to know where to look for them.

Yesterday I was lying, today I am telling the truth.

Not only is he ambidextrous, but he can throw with either hand.

The reason teaching has to go on is that children are not born human; they are made so.

My favorite optimist was an American who jumped off the Empire State Building, and as he passed the 42nd floor, the window washers heard him say, 'So Far, so good.'

My house used to be haunted, but the ghosts haven't been back since the night I tried on all my wigs.

It is quite interesting that whilst there are tremendous theories, in the 1960s when IT was born, everybody was supposedly going to their cottage in the countryside to work in a virtual way.