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

Youcan't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come toyou. You have to go to them sometimes.

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

The art of writing is the art of restraint.

Theproblem with communication is the illusion that is has occurred.

Nevermistake silence for agreement.

Being virtuous is no feat once temptation ceases.

Whospreads, sows; Who listens, reaps.

Do good to your friend to keep him, and to your enemy to make him your freind.

The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do something to love, and something to hope for.

Conflictlies at the core of innovation.

Theultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but hold hands.