“Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.”

Fear holds dominion over mortality Only because, seeing in land and sky So much the cause whereof no wise they know, Men think Divinities are working there.

There is so much wrong with the world.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.

Forbear to spew out reason from your mind, but rather ponder everything with keen judgment; and if it seems true, own yourself vanquished, but, if it is false, gird up your loins to fight.

Nothing comes from nothing.

Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.

Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.

For there is a VOID in things; a truth which it will be useful for you, in reference to many points, to know; and which will prevent you from wandering in doubt.

The sum of all sums is eternity.

Now come: that thou mayst able be to know That minds and the light souls of all that live Have mortal birth and death, I will go on Verses to build meet for thy rule of life, Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

I don’t subscribe to the school of thought that as a feature film producer

The ultimate freedom we have as human beings is the power to select what we will allow or require our minds to dwell upon.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

From their endless rough-housing with each other, they develop speed and agility.

Every single human being needs recognition and support.

Wit may do very well for a mistress, but I should prefer reason for a wife.

The life expectancy of the 40-year-old American is near the lowest in the world.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.