His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

Loving the ideal more than the reality is the cause of all the misery the human species creates for itself.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.

I come down on the side of free will but I have sympathy for those who believe in fate because there is something about life which we feel we have no control over.

Maybe there's nothing impossible tonight. We're down the hole to Wonderland, and no White Rabbit to guide us." If I remember correctly, the White Rabbit was an unreliable guide, anyway.

If you have to pay the bills, and you write something you're not proud of, use a pen-name for that.

Even if God exists, does He know that you do?