“Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.”

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God’s creatures.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Some things were better lost than found.

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Don’t give me what I ask for, give me what I need.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend.

The brain is a muscle that can move the world.

I think that we’re all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better after all.

The devil’s voice is sweet to hear.

Talent is never static. It’s always growing or dying.

If you have a clear idea of a soul, you will have a clear idea of a form; for it is of the same genus, though a different species.

Short, sweet, and to the point. Clear writing, and therefore clear commands, comes from clear thinking. Think simple.

You can’t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

When Fate wills that something should come to pass, she sends forth a million of little circumstances to clear and prepare the way.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.