“I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.”

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

In the particular is contained the universal.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

Places remember events.

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.

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.

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.

And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once, and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

There are optical illusions in time as well as space.

In the particular is contained the universal.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Paintings are seldom guilty and often framed for crimes they did not commit. Some cover holes-holes in walls, holes in lives. Some make holes-in wallets, holes in hearts in negative space.

Never say, ‘No’, never say, ‘I cannot’, for you are infinite. Even time and space are as nothing compared with your nature. You can do anything and everything, you are almighty

The world’s all full of thoughts about wars and space, and tragedies to the world. That’s what writers are thinking about because that’s what the world is thinking about.