Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

I prefer being honest to being 'honest to God.'

This moment contains all moments.

And that's why, gentleman, if your little girl doesn't come up to scratch, it will be our painful duty to cut all your throats. Merely in a way of business, as you might say, and no offense, I hope.

The claim to equality, outside of the strictly political field, is made only by those who feel themselves to be in some way inferior.

Only real risk passes the reality of faith.