Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

Every once in a while, you let a word or phrase out and you want to catch it and bring it back. You can’t do that. It’s gone, gone forever.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

Once you get into this great stream of history, you can’t get out.

Right now I’m having amnesia and deja vu at the same time… I think I’ve forgotten this before.

We all want progress, but if you’re on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex and vital.

But men must know, that in this theatre of man’s life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

Many people feel so pressured by the expectations of others that it causes them to be frustrated, miserable and confused about what they should do. But there is a way to live a simple, joy-filled, peaceful life, and the key is learning how to be led by the Holy Spirit, not the traditions or expectations of man.

I’ve been getting some bad publicity – but you got to expect that.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.

Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth.

I didn’t really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry… but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it’s the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‚What are you doing for others?‘

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

Every one goes astray, but the least imprudent are they who repent the soonest.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?

We are always doing something for posterity, but I would fain see posterity do something for us.

Even though I had won in other categories, I didn’t have any expectations when I came into F1. Qualifying fifth, finishing sixth? I didn’t expect it.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

I was at a New Year’s Eve party, and someone asked me how was my year, and I said, ‚I honestly think 2011 was the best year of my entire life,‘ and I actually meant it.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

In the egoic state, your sense of self, your identity, is derived from your thinking mind – in other words, what your mind tells you about yourself: the storyline of you, the memories, the expectations, all the thoughts that go through your head continuously and the emotions that reflect those thoughts. All those things make up your sense of self.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

I have an excellent memory, a most excellent memory.

The prospect of music being detachable from time and place meant that one could start to think of music as a part of one’s furniture.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

Sometimes I just sit still and enjoy God’s presence.

‚I wish life was not so short,‘ he thought. ‚Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.‘

One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present.

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

Anybody can observe the Sabbath, but making it holy surely takes the rest of the week.

If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature’s way.

In a lot of ways, success is much harder than I thought it would be. I figured that you’d get here and then everything would be happily ever after. But, it’s hard work, almost harder once you’re successful because you’ve got to maintain it.

Twice and thrice over, as they say, good is it to repeat and review what is good.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

I think, often, people who run away are people who got into things most enthusiastically, and then they want more. They just demand more of life than what is happening in the moment. Sometimes this is a great mistake, as it’s always a good deal different than you expect it.

My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.

As a father, I always want my son to be perfect. When he was young, I tried to train him in martial arts, but he said, ‚I don’t want to become like Bruce Lee’s son, with everybody telling me how good my father was.‘ I just think my son is too lazy.

God created man, but I could do better.

Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time.

Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.

I wear a hat on stage so that people won’t be blinded by the reflection from my head. Also, if I don’t wear a hat, there’s no way that the hat can be at that level by itself on the stage.

I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.

Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.

Nothing cannot exist forever.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

There are four Powers: memory and intellect, desire and covetousness. The two first are mental and the others sensual. The three senses: sight, hearing and smell cannot well be prevented; touch and taste not at all.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

Time stays, we go.

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.