The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.