My hope still is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here.
For in much wisdom is much grief. — Ecclesiastes
Fashions come and go; bad taste is timeless.
There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.
Every crowd has a silver lining.
Revolutionaries do not make revolutions. The revolutionaries are those who know when power is lying in the street and then they can pick it up.
Now that doesn’t happen every day.
If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?