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

Every time I hear a politician mention the word ‚stimulus,‘ my mind flashes back to high school biology class, when I touched battery wires to a dead frog to make it twitch.

There are three methods to gaining wisdom. The first is reflection, which is the highest. The second is limitation, which is the easiest. The third is experience, which is the bitterest.

If it’s all instruction, you get annoyed with it and bored, and you stop reading. If it’s all entertainment, you read it quite quickly, your heart going pitty-pat, pitty-pat. But when you finish, that’s it. You’re not going to think about it much afterward, apart from the odd nightmare. You’re not going to read that book again.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

In all my years of baseball, I have always expected to be traded. I never liked the idea.

At the core, one of my original goals is to redefine what the streets expect.

I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‚Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.

My grandfather was smart and had a whole lot of pride. He didn’t speak a terrible amount, but you could tell there was a ton on his mind – like a quiet acceptance of how life had turned out.

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.

It is true that going out on to the street implies the risk of accidents happening, as they would to any ordinary man or woman. But if the church stays wrapped up in itself, it will age. And if I had to choose between a wounded church that goes out on to the streets and a sick, withdrawn church, I would definitely choose the first one.

There is so much that people take for granted.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

People of Berlin – people of the world – this is our moment. This is our time.

My mum passing away wasn’t funny, but that funeral and what I went through, the things that happened, looking back at it, there were funny moments. You have to be strong enough to look back at it, to sit and assess the situation.

It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

I have wondered about time all my life.

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

The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.

But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.

Basically, when you get to my age, you’ll really measure your success in life by how many of the people you want to have love you actually do love you.

If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

The power of man has grown in every sphere, except over himself.

Mozart’s music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

Man is the only animal capable of reasoning, though many others possess the faculty of memory and instruction in common with him.

If we long to believe that the stars rise and set for us, that we are the reason there is a Universe, does science do us a disservice in deflating our conceits?

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don’t know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.

For Africa to me… is more than a glamorous fact. It is a historical truth. No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.

People expect your behavior to conform to known patterns and conventions. Your task as a strategist is to upset their expectations.

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

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.

Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.

Only when the tide goes out do you discover who’s been swimming naked.

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

Both in thought and in feeling, even though time be real, to realise the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.

One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

I was so rude when I was a little girl.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

God created man, but I could do better.

The book to read is not the one which thinks for you, but the one which makes you think. No book in the world equals the Bible for that.

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.

If we don’t know life, how can we know death?

The more you stay in this kind of job, the more you realize that a public figure, a major public figure, is a lonely man.

The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

History will point out some of the things I did wrong and some of the things I did right.

When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.

It takes a long time to bring the past up to the present.

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.

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.

There’s a deceptive sin that can keep us from walking in love: pride. It’s deceptive because when you have pride, you’re usually too proud to admit it. I know this because I used to have teachings on pride and they didn’t sell well.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.

I don’t dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it’s gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin‘ White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It’s connected to where you are today.