Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

Man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.

In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.

It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.

All that is literature seeks to communicate power

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium!

There is a necessity for a regulating discipline of exercise that, whilst evoking the human energies, will not suffer them to be wasted.

Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.

Fierce sectarianism breeds fierce latitudinarianism.

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.

Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for missing.

Less is more, especially in relationships. You must understand and appreciate the importance of quality in relationships over quantity.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!

I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.

The Sufi saying has it: "God, to the bee, is something which has TWO stings!

Hate is like cancer, separate from the normal cells, devouring and not being nourished, annihilating itself along with everything it attacks.

Nothing old is ever reborn, but neither does it totally disappear. And that which has once been [born], will always reappear in a new form.

When I first started, I was kind of surprised that anyone would ever hire me at all. So I took everything that I was offered.

I took my fear to literal heights and went skydiving over a year ago. It was in that moment, gazing over the precipice of the plane, when I realized what scared me the most, the unknown.

...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.