Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.
When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.
As one knows the poet by his fine music, so one can recognize the liar by his rich rhythmic utterance, and in neither case will the casual inspiration of the moment suffice. Here, as elsewhere, practice must precede perfection.
Bore: a man who is never unintentionally rude.
I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.