I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

I feel strangely normal.

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.