A merefriend will agree with you, but a real friend will argue.

We arejudged by what we finish, not what we start.

Everything has it's beauty, but not every one sees it.

Thefibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings ofan instrument.

I don't like that man. I'm going to have to get to knowhim better.

Melancholy is the joy of being said.

Kindwords can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.

Bestill when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say whatyou've got to say, and say it hot.

The oldbelieve everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young knoweverything.

... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen

Faith is continuation of reason.