It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.

Failing yet gracious, Slow pacing, soon homing, A patriarch that strolls Through the tents of his children, The sun as he journeys His round on the lower Ascents of the blue, Washes the roofs And the hillsides with clarity.

Give me a museum and I'll fill it.

He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise

...the conviction persists - though history has shown it to be a hallucination - that all the questions that the human mind has asked are questions that can be answered in terms of the alternatives that the questions themselves present. But in fact intellectual progress usually occurs through sheer abandonment of questions together with both of the alternatives they assume - an abandonment that results from their decreasing vitality and change of urgent interest. We do not solve them: we get over them. Old questions are solved by disappearing, evaporating, while new questions corresponding to the changed attitude of endeavor and preference take their place.

The world is full of cactus, but we don't have to sit on it.

A medium Vodka dry Martini--with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred.

The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn, and near approaches The subject of our watch.

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.

Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means of procuring respect.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

The nation will find it very hard to look up to the leaders who are keeping their ears to the ground.

Idle rumors were also added to well-founded apprehensions.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again.

Education, n. That which discloses to the wise and disguises from the foolish their lack of understanding.

Teenager with nose rings, baggy clothing and spiked hair to a friend: "I don't really like dressing this way, but it keeps my parents from dragging me everywhere they go.".

I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.

It is astonishing with how little wisdom mankind can be governed, when that little wisdom is its own.