It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.

I wondered if a blessing is still a blessing if it lasts for only a little while.

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

Maybe...in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe...maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it's a little like life. I mean it's powerful going down and that doesn't even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.

Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.