If we lost everything except for the clothes we stood up in, would we turn to each other and think….How lucky we really were?

Greatest quotes were not from the pencils of great men but from the the tablets of great minds who are willing to lead their minds on the journey of thought.

Too much?” he asks.

Use beautiful to describe a sandwich, and the word means nothing.

The problem of knowledge is that there are many more books on birds written by ornithologists than books on birds written by birds and books on ornithologists written by birds

Eyes that are blind have no way to tell the loveliness of faces and features; eyes with no pupils have no way to tell the beauty of colored and embroidered silks.

The cure is as simple as this: Live your words and live your belief system.

Accusations are merely the envy of the unenlightened given form.

Each of us is shaped by the truth of our natures.Von to Silver

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

By giving us more work, of course.

I never saw it coming; I never thought you’d leave, but baby what you gave me was the courage to find me.

You can capture me with your beauty, only if you are a brilliant photographer.

We sometimes have a flash of understanding that amounts to the insight of genius, and yet it slowly withers, even in our hands – like a flower. The form remains, but the colours and the...

Some blind faithfully; some see.

The Medusa”)

The erruption of feelings & emotions that follows a near-death exerience, or any event that causes us to stop & look deeply at the reality of our lives, is ripe with the potential for insight...

I don’t think being a comedian gives you any fucking insight into what makes people laugh.

…that’s the way to tell a true story from a made-up one. A made-up story always has a neat and tidy end. But true stories don’t end, at least until their heroes and heroines die,...

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

The truth is, you can never really know a man until you’ve loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you’ve slept in her bed.

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

You must confront your past. At some time or other you must confront your past. It doesn’t flash before your eyes, I knew that, but it’s always there. We are our past. There is nothing...

A stumble may prevent a fall.