“While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.”

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

Sentimentality is unearned emotion.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?

Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.

You find ways to adapt. If you’re in it forever, there’s really no choice.

I love what I do, and when I don’t love what I do, I’ll make a change, I can’t be the candy queen forever.

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars.

Redbone’ from Childish Gambino – that is my ideal summer tune. It’s already gone and done its thing, but I want it to live on forever.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

The great collapses, the small remains forever.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.

Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.