This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.

I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind -- and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.

This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.