Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

There is always a third possibility, as long as you have the ability to find it.

Strange, when you ask anyone's advice you see yourself what is right.

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.

Women can do nothing that has permanence.

Never repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.

More die in flight than in battle.

The ways of Providence cannot be reasoned out by the finite mind ... I cannot fathom them, yet seeking to know them is the most satisfying thing in all the world.

It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.

One of our duties on this planet is to dissolve the negative emotions associated with negative memories while we motivate ourselves and other people.

A friend is like a poem.

A lot of my humor centers on the act of telling jokes and I think this can prevent certain audiences from suspending their feeling of disbelief. It might piss a few people off, but I can't help it.

...a genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself.

He who remembers from day to day what he has yet to learn, and from month to month what he has learned already, may be said to have a love of learning.

I know I'm going to get in trouble!

People have two sides, and a person first becomes appealing when you discover both of those sides - and worlds work exactly the same way.

It is by losing himself in the objective, in inquiry, creation, and craft, that a man becomes something.

It is one thing to lead by example with half a dozen soldiers at your back. It is wholly another with ten thousand.

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.