It's better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

Past time is only eviil at a distance.

Two man looks out through the same bars: the one sees the mud, the one the stars.

A large ocean liner was headed across the Atlantic fromPortsmouth to New York. As it neared its destination at night, a lookout onthe wing of the bridge reported, ‘Light, bearing on the starboardbow.’‘Is it steady or moving astern?’ the captain called out

Another form of wastefulness is expenditure of words beyond the income of ideas.

Listening,not imitation, may be the sincerest form of flattery.

A language is like living skin itself.

Truthsprings from argument amongst friends.

Whodigs a pit for others will fall in themselves.

Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.

Conflictisn't negative, it just is.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that submerged truth sometimes comes to top.