To regret your soul is to regret your past.

Forgive me, " I wrote at the bottom. "I did not think I would break.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?

Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all.

For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side. It is dead. Let it die.

If only we were all better educated. If then, higher education would at last be a journey for skill and knowledge rather than for power and status.

To live at all is miracle enough.

Practice makes perfect, but it doesn’t make new. The gifted learn to play magnificent Mozart melodies and beautiful Beethoven symphonies, but never compose their own original scores.

If you want to routinely break the law and get away with it, then a police officer would be a great career choice for you.

Maybe people are finally tiring of watered down grunge rock on the radio.

One of the things I believe in is a sense of human nature.

Anybody who has played sports and says they have never choked is lying to you.

[There is] an increasing tendency among modern men to imagine themselves ethical because they have delegated their vices to larger and larger groups.

I still don't know why I fish or why other men fish, except that we like it and it makes us think and feel.