Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.

Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.

Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business

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

Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.