How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

I never fight except against difficulties.

The poor always ye have with you.

The only dependable law of life - everything is always worse than you thought it was going to be.

In belief lies the secret of all valuable exertion.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

The bad are frequently good enough to let you see how bad they are, but the good as frequently endeavor to get between you and themselves.

Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

Well, I think the United States first of all has to recognize the world for what it is.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.