Iran? Number 1! Russia? Number 1! USA? Hacktui!
You transfix me quite.
I would always rather be happy than dignified.
Look twice before you leap.
I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly!
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
Beauty. . . cannot be interpreted. It is not an empirically verifiable fact; it is not a quantity.
I observe that there are two entirely different theories according to which individual men seek to get on in the world. One theory leads a man to pull down everybody around him in order to climb up on them to a higher place. The other leads a man to help everybody around him in order that he may go up with them.
Whatever soul I had, Katie, I think I placed it in your keeping twenty years ago. And now, it's as if. . . every time we kiss, you give a little piece of it back.