It’s the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.
Every cripple has his own way of walking.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves.
Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.
Open your mind before your mouth.
By words the mind is winged.
He who thinks great thoughts often makes great errors.
To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world’s sky.
Tell me how you read and I’ll tell you who you are.
Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.
Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.