The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently. For in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
As I get older, I've learned to listen to people rather than accuse them of things.
It's a dangerous business going out your front door.
Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.