Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.

[W]e must never allow the future to collapse under the burden of memory.

Make love$$$ not war.

Thought is the origin of fear.

The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

To understand the immeasurable$$$ the mind must be extraordinarily quiet$$$ still.

It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.

Memory is a complicated thing$$$ a relative to truth$$$ but not its twin.

I guess one of the great agonies of life is that we are constantly trying to finish that which is unfinishable.