The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.

Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.

Suicide is the most private and mysterious of acts, inexplicable because the chief actor is never there to explain it.

If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?

The modern holy trinity is money, sex and celebrity.

Ambition, if it were to be savored, let alone achieved, had to be rooted in possibility.

Increase your word power. Words are the raw material of our craft.