The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.
All great and precious things are lonely.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
There are three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere: Hold my purse.
If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.
All great and precious things are lonely.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
There are three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere: Hold my purse.
If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.