Time: the critic for whom nothing is ever good enough.
In eternity, everything is happening for the first time.
Time and the wind carry us away. We have to leave everything behind.
By time or theft everything you love and value now will eventually be taken from you.
The best investment one can make with one's time is to spend it on happiness.
Time is always chipping away at our dreams. At the moment of death loss becomes complete.
Information is what you put in empty heads to keep them empty.
You no longer know what you feel when you can say what you feel.
Nothing is granted, nothing is given. Like Adam and Eve we have o discover everything for ourselves.
We live in an age when knowing things has become a substitute for experiencing them.
Knowledge of anything but concrete things stems from an illusion.
What happens, happens; and what is, is. That is the entire sum of human knowledge.
Writing is discovering what you don't know.
You don't need to know or do very much to enjoy being alive.
With all our science and philosophy we still really know nothing about life.
No one knows enough to tell anyone else how to live.
Things only have the value and importance we give them. This is as true of works of art as it is of knowledge or love or money.
Words are not necessary to know things, only to talk about them.
The real mystery is the known, not the unknown.
We don't need faith or poetry or wealth or knowledge to feel fully alive. Life itself is enough.
