Hatred is blind, as well as love.
What the hell is an oboe?
They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.
As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.
The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth.
He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best.