“There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.”

You heard me. You ain’t blind.

I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Truth is a letter from courage!

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

I don’t know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.

I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

The impression that you are a demigod worried me. I wanted to be like an ordinary human being with virtues and vices.

Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.

Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.

I will always work for human rights for all people.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

The only thing that can ruin a good day is people.

E-mail has some magical ability to turn off the politeness gene in a human being.

If you want the cooperation of humans around you, you must make them feel they are important – and you do that by being genuine and humble.