So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
If it's to be, it's up to me.
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.
The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.
Newspaper readership is still growing in India.
Lust sullies every age of man, but quite extinguishes old age.
If we do with Latinos what we did with African-Americans, Republicans and conservatives will be doomed.
I have always worked out, and I've gone through different phases of yoga, but the combination of Pilates three days a week with yoga is incredible.