We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became.

We never give up wanting things for ourselves, but there comes a day when what we want for ourselves is someone else's happiness.

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

Nature decrees that we do not exceed the speed of light. All other impossibilities are optional.

The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.