In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

Last year nothing happenedThe year before nothing happenedAnd the year before that nothinghappened.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

Even if Mary gives birth to a child who is not her husband's, if she has a shining pride, they become a holy mother and child.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!

Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness.

Nobody special had come around to replace Duane, and she was moping, going to bed alone every night with a box of Velveeta and a fork.

The arc of our history is toward more equality being expanded to more and more people.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

Beware the influence of the military-industrial complex.

A new breeze is blowing--and a nation refreshed by freedom stands ready to push on: there is new ground to be broken, and new action to be taken.

If I'm away from painting for a week, I get bored.

I have never, for better or worse, thought about a 'career path' or anything like that.

Great abilities are not requisite for an Historian; for in historical composition, all the greatest powers of the human mind are quiescent.

Read much, but not many works.

Freedom is not a gift which can be enjoyed save by those shown themselves worthy of it.