The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.

Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat

A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.

However long the night, the dawn will break.

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

It is impossible for that man to despair who remembers that his Helper is omnipotent.

Why do we love the solitude and the solitude? / My dear, you need only look into your own darkness-enshrouded spirit to find out.

Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. /I am. / I am. / I am.

It's such a straightforward sort of colour. I never squint at a black tee shirt, wondering if it goes with my black jeans. I never have to get up in the morning, thinking "I wonder what colour I'll wear today." And black goes with anything. As long as the anything is black.

There are many dreams to be found in damnation. / But you may need to sacrifice your cryptic spirit to find them...

To die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward.

He is the truly courageous man who never depends.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

The absence of love is the most abject pain.

We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.

I expose slavery in this country, because to expose it is to kill it. Slavery is one of those monsters of darkness to whom the light of truth is death.

Beward of desperate steps. / The darkest day, / Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

I laugh, I smile, and I take Prozac

Why are my desires so immortal with night? And why do I no longer care?"

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

Don't you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don't," I said.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.