Every man seeks the truth, but God only knows who has found it.
A tyrant does not remain in the world; But the curse on him abides forever!
After carrying and collecting like the ant, Enjoy-before the grave worm devours thee.
Journalism, like history, has no therapeutic value; it is better able to diagnose than to cure, and it provides society with a primitive means of psychoanalysis that allows the patient to judge the distance between fantasy and reality.
Do not ask God the way to heaven; He will show you the hardest way.
It is easiest to lose your way in the forest after it is cut.
On the neck of a giraffe a flea begins to believe in immortality.
A nation has character only when it is free.
The clarity of gender makes possible the human dialectic. Let the lines of balanced tension go slack and the structure dissolves into the ooze of androgyny and narcissism.
Material civilization, nay, even luxury, is necessary to create work for the poor. Bread! Bread! I do not believe in a God who cannot give me bread here, giving me eternal bliss in heaven!
There is no real coming and going, For what is going but coming?
When myth meets myth, the collision is very real.
I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step toward God.
He had a passion for cricket right from his childhood and liked nothing else but playing with the bat and the ball. I wanted him to study hard and get into a government service. But, he wanted to do something in cricket and earn a name for himself.
Were the Inhabitants of Italy charming as their Country, all other Regions would be depopulated I think.
It sounds bad, but they don’t care about your age if you’re famous.
There are people in many other states who are cheering us.
That game gave us a lot of confidence and the fans something to cheer for.
The familiar childhood admonition of ‘counting to 10’ before taking action works because it emphasizes the two key elements of anger management – time and distraction.
Middle age is when you realize that you’ll never live long enough to try all the recipes you spent thirty years clipping out of newspapers and magazines.