The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The various modes of worship which prevailed in the Roman world were all considered by the people as equally true; by the philosopher as equally false; and by the magistrate as equally useful.
My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe and denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image, to be servants of their human interests.
Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.
The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power.
The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.
Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.
I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true.
Be silent and safe β silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.
And people who donβt dream, who donβt have any kind of imaginative life, they mustβ¦ they must go nuts. I canβt imagine that.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
Life is suffering Love is the desire to see unnecessary suffering ameliorated Truth is the handmaiden of love Dialogue is the pathway to truth Humility is recognition of personal insufficiency and the willingness to learn To learn is to die voluntarily and be born again, in great ways and small So speech must be untrammeled So that dialogue can take place So that we can all humbly learn So that truth can serve love So that suffering can be ameliorated So that we can all stumble forward to the Kingdom of God
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.