The paradoxical situation with a vast number of people today is that they are half asleep when awake, and half awake when asleep, or when they want to sleep.

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

Even the most sadistic and destructive man is human, as human as the saint.

Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.

A day of rest yields a hundred days of progress.

Some days you live in pajamas, and your hair kind-of has that Albert Einstein look.