If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.
Idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them – their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.
I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
I’ll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
I wanted to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
I never blame failure – there are too many complicated situations in life – but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.
I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.
I may turn out an intellectual, but I’ll never write anything but mediocre poetry.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
I like people and I like them to like me but I wear my heart where God put it – on the inside.
