If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it.

You can't try to do things; you simply must do them

We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness.

Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?