Perhaps not everything happens for a reason. That is, until you make it so; because for everything there is a season, which can, in fact, become beautiful.

Silence might be a shout for the truth. It might be the speech that someday, in its truest, most uncontaminated, unadulterated state, all will be revealed.

Look for the person everyone hates, and love them.

The thing about stereotyping is it's usually just throwing rocks into a crowd hoping to hit somebody who deserves it.

Hopefully, when your actions and deeds - and therefore other people - boast for you, you're made tired of hearing it, too, from your own mouth because if not, all could lose sight of those actions and deeds behind the gong of your boasting.

You maintain hope for humanity as an infinite skeptic of gossip and slander. In all mankind's desires for entertainment and exaggeration and sensationalism, when it comes to gossip, the individual always sounds worse than he really is. This is why adhering to gossip subtly affects the mental state of the listener - he goes on holding shady opinions regardless of where the realities of their lights and darknesses may stand.

Tolerance is not infinite patience, but slain patience; patience that has lost its hope and love and has thrown in the towel.

There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.