To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

It's very painful to be in debt. I'm the kind of person who would rather almost die than go into debt.

She knew words no one had ever heard of, and she used words every day that had been mainly dead or sleeping for hundreds of years.

Justice came from a fight amid complexities, and required all the virtues in the world merely to be perceived.

Marxists are people whose insides are torn up day after day because they want to rule the world and no one will even publish their letter to the editor.

I have to confess that I have so rarely experienced triumph that I cannot claim to know it well enough to judge, but it seems to be at best a momentary joy followed instantly by sadness, and, then, of necessity, by wariness.

If it weren't for music, I would think that love is mortal.