“It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning, and let anything better come as a surprise.”

What darkness is to you is light is to me.

The Great Architect of the universe built it of good firm stuff.

The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment.

As long as the heart beats, as long as body and soul keep together, I cannot admit that any creature endowed with a will has need to despair of life.

I am very bad at expressing tender sentiments. The very word ‘love’ frightens me.

The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the ‘Living Infinite.

Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one.

How many things have been denied one day, only to become realities the next!

In presence of Nature’s grand convulsions man is powerless.

Before all masters, necessity is the one most listened to, and who teaches the best.

And whichsoever way thou goest, may fortune follow.

We see that science is eminently perfectible, and that each theory has constantly to give way to a fresh one.

A scholar has to know a little of everything.

What use are the best of arguments when they can be destroyed by force?

Why lower oneself to taking pride from being American or British, when you can boast of being man!

Science, my boy, is composed of errors, but errors that it is right to make, for they lead step by step to the truth.

You have to be ready to receive help, whether that be through a book, a therapist or counselor, or a doctor of some kind. That willingness can lead you through a door to the other side, and that’s where healing can truly begin.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

That all may be so, but when I begin to exercise that power I am not conscious of the power, but only of the limitations imposed on me.

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.

Most people are prisoners, thinking only about the future or living in the past. They are not in the present, and the present is where everything begins.

The Blues? It’s the mother of American music. That’s what is is – the source.