Nevercut what you can untie.

The louder the talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons.

Night is the blotting paper of many sorrows.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

Since God made us to be originals, why stoop to be a copy?

Ittakes time to save time.

Nature gave women too much power; the law gives them too little.

What is well done is done soon enough.

Whenconflict becomes a win-lose contest in our minds, we immediately try to win.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims.

True,Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate acompromise.

Let us nevernegotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.