“All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.”

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

I’ll never fall in love again it’s like having two souls at the same time.

Time was not passing it was turning in a circle.

If men gave birth, they’d be less inconsiderate.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

The only everyday and eternal reality was love.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life.

The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself – and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.

If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?

Some negroes lie, some are immoral, some negro men are not be trusted around women – black and white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

I’ve seen the meanness of humans till I don’t know why God ain’t put out the sun and gone away.

The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings.

There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.

Powder is but a thing of yesterday, and war is as old as the human race-unhappily.