Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.
The family is a haven in a heartless world.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to go there right away.
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.
To grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
There is no such thing as part freedom.
A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage.
If fame goes by, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live.
Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
There's no such thing as part freedom.
We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift.
When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.
Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
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