It is not true that the heart wears out - but the body creates this illusion.

We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream , and we won't let this world die without a fight.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

Accept life, take it as it is? Stupid. The means of doing otherwise? Far from our having to take it, it is life that possesses us and on occasion shuts our mouths.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

We [writers] must know that we can never escape the common misery and that our only justification, if indeed there is a justification, is to speak up, insofar as we can, for those who cannot do so.

Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and this is its whole secret.