All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be loved without satiety.

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.

A boy gets to be a man when a man is needed. Remember this thing. I have known boys forty years old because there was no need for a man.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.