Humor is man's greatest blessing.
Never mistake motion for progress.
Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought.
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.
History doesn't repeat itself; it rhymes.
That is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.