“It is deplorable to remove all the romance – all the mystery!”

It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.

It’s not a man’s working hours that are important–it’s his leisure hours. That’s the mistake we all make.

Be sure thy sin will find thee out.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

The best time to plan a book is while you’re doing the dishes.

I’m sure you have a theme: the theme of your life. You can embellish it or desecrate it, but it’s your theme, and as long as you follow it, you will experience harmony and peace of mind.

Don’t think. That is the wrong way to bring anything back. Let it go. Sooner or later it will flash into your mind.

It’s what’s in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

To win a war is as disasterous as to lose one.

Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.

There is no greater mistake in life than seeing things or hearing them at the wrong time.

You don’t realize what fine fighting material there is in age. You show me any one who’s lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter – someone who’s got the will to live.

Assumptions are dangerous things.

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.

Forgiveness is a mystical act, not a reasonable one.

What a joyous mystery is your presence within me, in that intimate sanctuary of my soul where I can always find you, even when I do not feel your presence.

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

The Feminine force of life is often too wise for the Masculine’s need to know: The mysterious energy of the evolving cosmos is always superior to our temporary scientific notions about it.

The magic is in the mystery.