I love to write quartets. One could say that this is a mania.
Men have made an idol of luck as an excuse for their own thoughtlessness.
Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
My enemy is not the man who wrongs me, but the man who means to wrong me.
Sexual intercourse is a slight attack of apoplexy.
People sometimes rationalize their greed by saying that it is all for the good of their children but this is nothing but an excuse they use to make their despicable actions appear respectable and praiseworthy.
I'm a human being, just like everybody else. I'm up some days and down others. Some days, I just refuse comment. If I'm feeling a little down, I won't say anything. But if I'm really up, I'll let it all hang out. I do have a slight propensity to put my foot in my mouth.
A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus
Practically everything I did as an experiment while I was working on the book made me feel cold, angry, and decidedly peculiar. Clinical. Because I wasn't acting from the motives people usually work from: to feel good, to have fun, to make something last.
You have to do disappointment twice.