Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Will you wait for me forever?

When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood.

If, as the dowager had said, we are nothing but gene carriers, why do so many of us have to lead such strangely shaped lives? Wouldn't our genetic purpose-to transmit DNA-be served just as well if we lived simple lives, not bothering our heads with a lot of extraneous thoughts, devoted entirely to preserving life and procreating? Did it benefit the genes in any way for us to lead such intricately warped, even bizarre, lives?

People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.

What's nurtured slowly grows well.