Joy is the reflex of terror.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.
My greatness does not extend to this shelf.
When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?
Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.