Common experience is the gold reserve which confers an exchange value on the currency which words are; without this reserve read more

Common experience is the gold reserve which confers an exchange value on the currency which words are; without this reserve of shared experiences, all our pronouncements are checks drawn on insufficient funds.

I must respect the opinions of others even if I disagree with them.

I must respect the opinions of others even if I disagree with them.

Success is not something I've wrapped my brain around. If people go to those movies, then yes, that's true, big-time read more

Success is not something I've wrapped my brain around. If people go to those movies, then yes, that's true, big-time success. If not, it's much ado about nothing. [On the prospects for his 1997 movies The Rainmaker and Good Will Hunting].

I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories good and bad will bring read more

I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories good and bad will bring tears, and words can never replace feelings.

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story read more

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.

There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than read more

There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than himself.

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to read more

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to what he can in his old beliefs even when he is compelled to surrender their logical basis.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness.

Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness.