A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Do you believe in the value of truth, my dear, or don’t you?” “Of course I believe in the truth,” said Rhoda, staring. “Yes, you say that, but perhaps you haven’t thought about it. The truth hurts sometimes – and destroys one’s illusions.” “I’d rather have it all the same.” said Rhoda. “So would I. But I don’t know that we’re wise.” Mrs. Oliver; Rhoda Dawes

I know there's a proverb which that says 'To err is human,' but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

Time does not dispose of a question - it only presents it anew in a different guise.

For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away.