Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others.
My home is not a place, it is people.
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
Do something every day that you don't want to do; this is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.
I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.