Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.

Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.

My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.

It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand.

She grew more and more vexed with his dignified behavior. By a cruel irony, she was drawing out what was best in his disposition.

A matter neither sensual nor sensational is ignored by the art of today.

Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels.

Our preoccupation with goals, results, and the quick fix has separated us from our own experiences.

You're everything I write about in my songs, but can never have.

What they could do with 'round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.

But we think as people and countries, not as a species.

When things are not working for us, instead of fighting and struggling, we need to say, "What's happening here? How am I not being true to who I am? What is pulling me away from my purpose?"

The visual power of the phonetic alphabet is the translate other languages into itself is part of its power to invade right hemisphere (oral) cultures.

I do some concerts. At the moment, I'm being helped a lot by a gig I play in London, which is Pizza Express.

I can’t touch him. (Jared) Well, don’t you suck. (Stryker) Oh, believe me, I couldn’t agree more. Just be grateful it’s not contagious. (Jared)

This country will not be a good place for any of us to live in unless we make it a good place for all of us to live in.