In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame. For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r, Fairing the foul with art...
To find out if there is actually such freedom one must be aware of one's own conditioning, of the problems, of the monotonous shallowness, emptiness, insufficiency of one's daily life, and above all one must be aware of fear. One must be aware of one...
Often one finds one's destiny just where one hides to avoid it.
Until one comes who is mightier, The one sprung from misery, The one who was weak, The one who was hunted, The one marked with claw and vine, The one named in secret, The one called Jezelia.
We can change the world one thought at a time, one child at a time, one family at a time, one community at a time, one city, one state and one country at a time.
Truth is one, unique, single; it is indivisibly One. And its Oneness, and the knowledge of that oneness belongs to him; is placed in him. Impossible, impossible; it is aloofness, estrangement, separation; he is known only by them. Knowledge of One is...
What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth. . . . When one so exposes it [integrity] and sees it come to life one exclaims in rapture, But this is what I have always felt and k...
When one contemplated Portia, when one contemplated Sharon, when one contemplated one's own apparently pointless, utterly trivial being, the questions hung all around one, as urgent as knives at the throat. But the instant one tried to grasp one of t...
One and one are sometimes eleven.
When one must, one can.
Longevity-and sanity. Eccentric old ladies on Harleys I can deal with.
Loss taught me. Loss taught me that death comes to both the old and the young.
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.
Just because it's old, doesn't mean it's gold.
Doing differently what’s already done is old and boring. Do something new, that’s yet to be done.
Like old times... wanna arm wrestle for her?
A new beginning is better than an old ending
Things are what they are, and whatever will be, will be.
Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!
