When you feel you are incomplete you can always console yourself with the idea of being infinite.

Huge hills and mountains of casks on casks were piled upon her wharves, and side by side the world-wandering whale ships lay silent and safely moored at last; while from others came a sound of carpenters and coopers, with blended noises of fires and forges to melt the pitch, all betokening that new cruises were on the start; that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

If we lived the plans we do more as bets than as forecasts, we would be less anxious and more prepared for the unexpected.

Unfortunately, love is more often an alibi than a reason.

You understand how much you know about a subject the moment you give explanations to someone who doesn't know anything about it.

I prefer to die fighting than living defeated