“Silence is the virtue of fools.”

For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man

Knowledge itself is power.

It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.

Money is like manure, its only good if you spread it around.

I will never be an old man. To me old age is always 15 years older than I am.

There are two ways of spreading light, to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.

Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.

A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

Choose the life that is most useful, and habit will make it the most agreeable.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

Nothing builds authority up like silence, splendor of the strong and shelter of the weak.

It often requires more courage to suffer in silence than to rebel, more courage not to strike back than to retaliate, more courage to be silent than to speak.

An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.

When you let go of things that are not under your control. I hope the loneliness does not become so dense that the silence starts to speak.

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

We listen less often because the sound of silence is deafening to us.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.