“Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.”

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.

Life is too short to read a bad book.

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

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.

The future depends on ourselves, and we do not depend on any historical necessity.

I am utterly convinced that Science and Peace will triumph over Ignorance and War, that nation will eventually unite not to destroy but to edify, and that the future will belong to those who have done the most for the sake of suffering humanity.

Our love was pregnant with the future, but we were too young to carry it.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.

I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you’ll never have.

In this election, you vote for the future living conditions of mankind.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).