We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.

The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.

The profoundest distances are never geographical.

There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.

Time is not a road - it is a room.

The pronoun is one of the most terrifying masks man has invented.

There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

An answer is always a form of death.

She loved our dad in the inexplicable way that young women sometimes idolize men who greet their affection with casual indifference.

What is your vision of ideal world?

Hope: Hold on, persistence effort!

We don't know all the answers. If we knew all the answers we'd be bored, wouldn't we? We keep looking, searching, trying to get more knowledge.

A mind attacked and conquered is guided easily away from the paths of its own soul.

California has a beautiful coastline. It can be a rough coastline. The waves are huge. The rocks are steep. Same thing in Vancouver. It has a beautiful coastline. It's dramatic.

When a man has found the Lord, he no longer has to use words when he is praying, for the Spirit Himself will intercede for him with groans that cannot be uttered.

I do see that there is an argument against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, the awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release.

Let knowledge be guessed by the sign of equality to all beings.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?