“If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn.”

I don’t need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

If you love people you criticize them, and if you don’t love them you don’t criticize them, you let them go to hell, don’t you? To help any kind of friendship, your marriage, your children, you criticize because you love.

I’ve learned that by doing things, things get done.

Don’t think about things, just do them; don’t predict them, just make them.

The important thing is to be in love with something.

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing.

Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness.

Write a thousand words a day and in three years you’ll be a writer!

A life’s work should be based on love.

You have to learn to take rejection not as an indication of personal failing but as a wrong address.

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

If you learn only methods, you’ll be tied to your methods, but if you learn principles you can devise your own methods.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.