It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
I have some strategical vision, I could calculate some few moves ahead and I have an intellect that is badly missed in the country which is run by generals and colonels.
The brain is wider than the sky.
My limits will be better marked. Both the limits I will set, and my own limits.
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
By that sin fell the angels.
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
The "axis mundi", seen in the sky in the form of the Milky Way, appears in the ceremonial house in the form of a sacred pole.
Suddenly a mist fell from my eyes and I knew the way I had to take.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
I auditioned on my own. I tried to make a mark for myself without anybody's help, not even Mom's.
I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe.
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then beleive them to be true.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
I never looked at the consequences of missing a big shot... when you think about the consequences you always think of a negative result.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
I had the drink after I fell out of bed. It hurt.
Mathematics is a game played according to certain simple rules with meaningless marks on paper.
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.