We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.
Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.
The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
Nothing is as simple as we hope it will be.