Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

In war, one cannot say what one feels.

Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.

You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.

Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something.