“It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.”

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

The journey is the thing.

The melancholy joys of evils pass’d, For he who much has suffer’d, much will know.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds, it makes ice.

I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The journey is its own reward.

Choose well.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind.

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.

Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.

In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.

Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have.

The moment we cease to hold each other, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.