“An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.”

Man cannot really improve himself without improving others.

Accidentally consumed five biscuits when I wasn’t paying attention. Those biscuits are wily fellows – they leap in like sugary ninjas.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything.

Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

Try to do unto others as you would have them do to you, and do not be discouraged if they fail sometimes. It is much better that they should fail than you should.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

A new heart for a New Year, always!

Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.

My belief is, you know, certain things have to be explained that’s never been explained.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

My belief is, you know, certain things have to be explained that’s never been explained.

If I could explain it to the average person, I wouldn’t have been worth the Nobel Prize.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

To him who has had the experience no explanation is necessary, to him who has not, none is possible.