Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time.

Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.

The most familiar precepts are not always the truest.

Perhaps the pleasure one feels in writing is not the infallible test of the literary value of a page; perhaps it is only a secondary state which is often superadded, but the want of which can have no prejudicial effect on it. Perhaps some of the greatest masterpieces were written while yawning.

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.