The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

A novel is what you call something that won't sell if you call it poems or short stories.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

My mother refused to let me fail. So I insisted.