The confined space I occupy is so minute when compared with the rest of the universe, where I am not and have no business to be; and the fraction of time I shall live is so infinitesimal when contrasted with eternity, in which I have never been and never shall be ... And yet here, in this atom of myself, in this mathematical point, blood circulates, the brain is active, aspiring to something too ...

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

You may live a long while with some people, and be on friendly terms with them, and never once speak openly with them from your soul.

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself to this - Great God, grant that twice two be not four.

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

Significance is sweet ...