For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

Englishmen must have an island.

New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.