There are deserts in every life, and the desert must be depicted if we are to give a fair and complete idea of the country.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past.

We can talk frankly about our defects only to those who recognise our qualities.

An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.

A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short.

A marriage without conflicts is almost as inconceivable as a nation without crises.

We appreciate frankness from those who like us. Frankness from others is called insolence.

Conversation would be vastly improved by the constant use of four simple words: I do not know.

A successful marriage is an edifice that must be rebuilt every day.

Enlightenment is the ability to comprehend ourselves, it is the power to peer into our hearts and minds and reach that state of spiritual bliss, which may or may not lead us to salvation.

Want less, need less, live more.

If your ship doesn't come in swim out to it.

Through the last centuries, the effort of capitalism has been to take all the things that were human relations and turn them into monetary exchanges.

The more one listens to ordinary conversations the more apparent it becomes that the reasoning faculties of the brain take little part in the direction of the vocal organs.

A society in which there are high levels of voluntary activity will simply be a better, happier place than one where there are not.

Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

So the danger of conservative judicial activism has been averted for another year. Stay tuned.

Let Time and Chance combine, combine! Let Time and Chance combine! The fairest love from heaven above, That love of yours was mine, My Dear! That love of yours was mine.

For a person whose sole burning ambition is to write - like myself - college is useless beyond the Sophomore year.