Timeless Pantheon

"One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others."

"Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures."

"On this account, nothing is more dangerous than solitude: there our imagination, always disposed to rise, taking a new flight on the wings of fancy, pictures to us a chain of beings of whom we seem the most inferior. All things appear greater than they really are, and all seem superior to us."

"Oh, Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!"

"Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement."

"As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts."

"You don't blame me?" "I never blame anyone," said Kemp. "It's quite out of fashion."

"One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other."

"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."

"We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood."

"Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late, the pain of sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horrors as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."

"It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul."

"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."

"So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books."

"To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…"