gossip is just the small change of conversation.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.

I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.

It's easy to respond to the hate cries, usually carefully wrapped up in a flag. Perhaps hate is the greatest simplifier of them all. It's the man with the throb in his voice, the man with the easy formula, the man who tries to shout to my emotions instead of speaking to my mind, the man who is sure he is right that I run from like hell.

The strength of weak people constantly appalls me. Have you ever seen a vine kill an oak tree? Deadly.

There's no disillusionment like learning that forbidden fruit can be unpleasant.

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.