Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

The soul may sleep and the body still be happy, but only in youth.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

I tell you this, and I tell you plain: What you have done, you will do again; You will bite your tongue, careful or not, Upon the already-bitten spot.

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.

Despair is anger with no place to go.