Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

Even diseases have lost their prestige, there aren't so many of them left. Think it over... no more syphilis, no more clap, no more typhoid... antibiotics have taken half the tragedy out of medicine.

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.

An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

I piss on you all from a considerable height.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.

Difficult roads always end up in beautiful DESTINATION.

That God should allow good people to be as bestially stupid as that--rose against me like a towering blasphemy.

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.

It's a funny semantic turn - when someone paints a landscape, no one says they "borrowed" it, only that they painted it.

I had to make my own living and my own opportunity. But I made it! Don't sit down and wait for the opportunities to come. Get up and make them.

It is a very great thing to be able to think as you like; but, after all, an important question remains: what you think.

If people perceive themselves as having very little opportunities to be fulfilled, then it cheapens their life and outlook. The solution is to reverse it; make sure they know opportunities abound.

Of all things I liked books best. My father had a large library and whenever I could manage I tried to satisfy my passion for reading.

Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.

The truth that many people never understand until it is too late is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer.