In the time of your life, live-so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.

If you’re alive, you can’t be bored in San Francisco. If you’re not alive, San Francisco will bring you to life.

You must remember always to give, of everything you have. You must give foolishly even. You must be extravagant. You must give to all who come into your life. Then nothing and no one shall have power to cheat you of anything, for if you give to a thief, he cannot steal from you, and he himself is then no longer a thief. And the more you give, the more you will have to give.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?

The best thing we have is sleep, of course, and what is sleep except the putting aside of everything tentative for another interval of final and everlasting truth? Sleep isn't dying, but it is certainly keeping in tough with it.

The people you like when you meet them and while you know them, and the people you remember fondly, are invariably people who have a sense of comedy, not just a sense of humor.