A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
I think people want their illusions and writers are mostly illusion. When you read their words, you read a flattened, incomplete version of the writer.
Each body has its art...
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
We are always in search of the redeeming formula, the crystallizing thought.
Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.