Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
Anger at lies lasts forever. Anger at truth can't last.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.