A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciouness varying with readers.

There isno squabbling so violent as that between people who accepted an ideayesterday and those who will accept the same idea tomorrow.

I have never been able to conceive how any rational beingcould propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others.

Love arrives on tiptoe and bangs the door when it leaves.

To have a respect for ourselves guides our morals; to have a deference for others governs our manners.

You can't unscramble an egg.

I hope our wisdom will grow with our power, and teach us,that the less we use our power the greater it will be.

Past time is only eviil at a distance.

Youcan't shake hands with a clenched fist.

He who asks questions cannot avoid the answers.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.

There'sno point in arguing with partisan supporters. Their views are their identity.Nothing you can tell the most phlegmatic follower.