Didn't you ever notice how it's always people who wish they had somethin' or had done somethin' that hate the hardest?

I looked into that empty bottle and I saw myself.

How easy it is, how dangerously easy it is to hate a man for one's own inadequacies.

If I'm a lousy writer, then an awful lot of people have lousy taste.

Indian summer is like a woman.

If every man, ...ceased to hate and blame every other man for his own failures and shortcomings, we would see the end of every evil in the world, from war to backbiting.

I have seldom, if ever, seen money and gentleness go hand in hand.

There can be neither beauty, nor trust, nor security between a man and a woman if there is not truth.

Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive, you have to watch out for.

Did I read because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I started to read?

That's what attracts us to serious paintings, I think: that shortfall, which we might call "personality", or maybe even "pain".

Without confidence we feel insecure. We replay the doubting voices of our parents on a loop in our own minds.

People in both fields operate with beliefs and biases. To the extent you can eliminate both and replace them with data, you gain a clear advantage.

We work to earn our leisure.

Science cannot describe individuals, but only types. If human societies cannot be classified, they must remain inaccessible to scientific description.

One thing leads to the other. Deforestation leads to climate change, which leads to ecosystem losses, which negatively impacts our livelihoods - it's a vicious cycle.

You're as old as you behave.

And when all is said and done, there is no greater success in the world than just being happy.

Wise men make proverbs, but fools repeat them.

Tonight I think again of many days that are sacrificed for one night of love. Of the waste and the fruit of the waste, of plenty and of fire. And how painlessly-time.