Quotes About Reflection

I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside, and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in.

We speak not only to tell other people what we think, but to tell ourselves what we think. Speech is a part of thought.

Man looks in the abyss, there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.

But always there was that dark thought -- Vietnam

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

What gems of painting or statuary are in the world of art, or what flowers are in the world of nature, are gems of thought to the cultivated and thinking.

A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

To have doubted one's own first principles is the mark of a civilized man.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (Jr.)

Certainty generally is illusion, and repose is not the destiny of man.

Life is an end in itself, and the only question as to whether it is worth living is whether you have enough of it.

The minute a phrase becomes current, it becomes an apology for not thinking accurately to the end of the sentence.

There are many things which we can afford to forget which it is yet well to learn.

Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future.

Young man, the secret of my success is that an early age I discovered that I was not God.

A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time.

I dare say that I have worked off my fundamental formula on you that the chief end of man is to frame general propositions and that no general proposition is worth a damn.

I say to you in all sadness of conviction, that to think great thoughts you must be heroes as well as idealists.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,As the swift seasons roll!Leave thy low-vaulted past!

And if I should live to beThe last leaf upon the treeIn the spring,Let them smile, as I do now,At the old forsaken boughWhere I cling.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

An old author is constantly rediscovering himself in the more or less fossilized productions of his early years.

The riders in a race do not stop when they reach the goal. There is a little finishing canter before coming to a standstill. There is time to hear the kind voices of friends and say to oneself, The work is done.