It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do...Try to be better than yourself.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

We have never understood why men mount the heads of animals and hang them up to look down on their conquerers. Possibly it feels good to these men to feel superior to animals, but does it not seem that if they were sure of it they would not have to prove it? Often a man who is afraid must constantly demonstrate his courage and, in the case of the hunter, must keep a tangible record of his courage.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.