The future is like the daytime moon, a diffident but faithful companion, so elegant as to be almost invisible, an inconspicuous marvel.

True teachers not only impart knowledge and method but awaken the love of learning by their own reflected love.

All great experience has a guarded entrance and a windowless facade.

We struggle with, agonize over and bluster heroically about the great questions of life when the answers to most of these lie hidden in our attitude toward the thousand minor details of each day.

We pamper the present like a spoiled child, obeying its superficial demands but ignoring its real needs.

The happy individual is able to renew daily and with full consciousness all the basic expressions of human identity: work, love, communication, play, and rest.

Excellence of mind itself, rightly conceived, is expertise in beauty; creativity is wise love.

Plans made swiftly and intuitively are likely to have flaws. Plans made carefully and comprehensively are sure to.

Happiness may well consist primarily of an attitude toward time.

In the landscape of time, there are few locations less comfortable than that of one who waits for some person or event to arrive at some unknown moment in the future.

Written truth is four-dimensional. If we consult it at the wrong time, or read it at the wrong place, it is as empty and shapeless as a dress on a hook.

I always have a fear of loosing Love ones. Even if I don't want to see this happen, I will have to face the bitter truth sooner or later.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

I was a good student, but I didn't like school.

If you are willing to expose your heart...being publicly private, you just may do something.

You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream

We don't get what we deserve. We get what we BELIEVE we deserve.

For the obvious reason that nature - unadulterated and unimproved by man - is simply chaos. In fact, the camera proves that nature is crude and lacking in arrangement.

My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

love comes to man through his senses - to woman through her imagination.