It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody.

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

In nature two things do not occur-the wheel and good taste.

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.