Death is loneliness in its purest form.

Mexican writer and diplomat, "Pasado en claro" ("A Draft of Shadows") You learn something the day you die. You learn how to die.

Physical infidelity is the signal, the notice given, that all fidelities are undermined.

Defeat in this world is no disgrace and that is what they cannot understand. If you really fought well and fought for the right thing.

Lovemaking surely must be, for human beings at our present state of development, one of the more private enterprises. Who would want a witness to that entire self-abandonment and helplessness?

Each generation must get on the same old merry-go-round, only disguised in a fresh coat of paint.

Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.