Many are called, few are chosen.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation.

Hypocrites, ’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

The battle had been as hideous as you might expect between one side who were simply not afraid to die and another who regarded death as merely a door to the eternal life.

If we know that we all came from the same place and our destination is the same, then how could there be any conflicts? Why are we are loving each other and why we are not in peace?

Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency.

The thing is that where I want to go isn't necessarily tied to what's going on there politically, but I think Vietnam is a really beautiful country. I think Thailand is also really beautiful.

A process which led from the amoeba to man appeared to the philosophers to be obviously a progress though whether the amoeba would agree with this opinion is not known.

There is one form of hope which is never unwise, and which certainly does not diminish with the increase of knowledge. In that form it changes its name, and we call it patience.

The Jews spend at Easter.

Knowledge is vain and fruitless which is not reduced to practice.

If you 35, 28, or 30 years old, and you decide you're gonna pick up a rag and start bangin', and you can look yourself in the mirror and you still feel like you're a man? That's cool, do your thing.

There are many things that are thorns to our hopes until we have attained them, and envenomed arrows to our hearts when we have.

On hitting a shaken opponent - His legs turned to spaghetti and I was all over him like the sauce.