Experience can dull. With most men experience is a series of mistakes; the more experience you have the less you know.

When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

The wisdom to quit is all we have left.

When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.