I like being myself. Myself and nasty.
"But that's the price we have to pay for stability. You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.
In actual life a downward movement may sometimes be made the beginning of an ascent.
There is no substitute for talent. Industry and all its virtues are of no avail.
In real life there is no such person as the average man.
Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.