Words worth keeping

Every now and then I like to do as I'm told, just to confuse people.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Do you want to know who you are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.

Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

Always find opportunities to make someone smile, and to offer random acts of kindness in everyday life.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.

Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.

My Best Friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read.

He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy...

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.