We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
A tremendous number of people in America work very hard at something that bores them. Even a rich man thinks he has to go down to the office everyday. Not because he likes it but because he can't think of anything else to do.
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
Good can imagine Evil; but Evil cannot imagine Good.
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.
Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.
A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
Choice of attention - to pay attention to this and ignore that - is to the inner life what choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his choice and must accept the consequences, whatever they may be.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be unfaithful to him as often as they like, but he must never, never be unfaithful to them.
Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return.
It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.