Aristotle

For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.

Youth is easily deceived because it is quick to hope.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Excellence is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.