“From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.”

There is no road of flowers leading to glory.

We risk all in being too greedy.

Silent people are dangerous; others are not so.

Better to suffer than to die.

To hell with pleasure that’s haunted by fear.

Patience and longevity Are worth more than force and rage.

An author spoils everything when he wants too much to do good.

To win a race, the swiftness of a dart Availeth not without a timely start.

I bend, but I do not break.

Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.

How wealthy the gods would be if we remembered the promises we made when we were in danger.

We believe easily what we fear of what we desire.

Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue.

In every trouble the little ones duck more easily.

Nothing weighs more than a secret.

One often has need of one inferior to himself.

And if it can be explained that it can be explained away.’ ‘But this is History. Distance yourselves.

That somehow distances us from actually taking part fully with the reality we do have, and that creates suffering.

Curiosity might be pictured as being made up of chains of small questions extending outwards, sometimes over huge distances, from a central hub composed of a few blunt, large questions.

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

When we were at the Apollo, Holiday was a block away. I asked her for her autograph.

When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances…Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night.

The distance between who I am, and who I want to be is measure only, by my actions.