The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.
The only artists I have ever known, who are personally delightful, are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.
Luck, good or bad is not the hand of God. Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.
It’s wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don’t know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good.
It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.