Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Art is science made clear.
If you think taking care of yourself is selfish, change your mind. If you don't, you're simply ducking your responsibilities.
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get.