How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.

In Europe, being an artist is a form of behavior. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior.

I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day.

...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.