There's no such thing as forever.

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .

A city may be dirty on the outside but is clean on the inside. Many cities in the world are clean on the outside but dirty on the inside.

Civilization, after all, is defined by what we forbid, more than what we permit.

There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is---- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

I sometimes think that the size of our happiness is inversely proportional to the size of our house.