Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.
Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.
The doctor of the future will give no medicine, but will interest her or his patients in the care of the human frame, in a proper diet, and in the cause and prevention of disease.
Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
When a woman conceives her true self, a miracle occurs and life around her begins again.
I have always regarded myself as the pillar of my life.
Shame is an ornament to the young; a disgrace to the old.
Never, ever underestimate the power of 'Id Like that.
All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.
There is one common struggle against those who have appropriated the earth, the money, and the machines.
It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.
Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, and I'm going to be happy in it.
Any place I hang my head is home.
Don't own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire.
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.
Every person who ever thought he had a right to assert, and went boldly and asserted it, himself, or jointly with others that shared his convictions, was a direct actionist.
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.
The gentleman understands rightousness, the petty man understands interest.
It would please me best if, at the last, a marble stone shall record that this Queen having lived such and such a time, lived and died a virgin.
The worldly comforts are not for me. I am like a traveller, who takes rest under a tree in the shade and then goes on his way.
The pleasure of the moment begins to wither almost as soon as it blossoms; our pleasures are soon swallowed up in time's relentless torrent.