You cannot run away from what’s in your heart.

Life does often get in the way of one's reading.

We are all small-minded people, creeping about the earth grubbing for our own advantage and making the very mistakes for which we want to humiliate our neighbors.

I tell myself it does not matter what one reads-favorite authors, particular themes-as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.

Only sometimes when we pick and choose among the rules we discover later that we have set aside something precious in the process.

The world is full of small ignorances. We must all do our best to ignore them and thereby keep them small, don't you think

Passion is all very well, but it wouldn't do to spill the tea.

...as I get older, I find myself insisting on my right to be philosophically sloppy.

The human race is all the same when it comes to romantic relations, ' said the Major. 'A startling absence of impulse control combined with complete myopia.

...I tell myself it does not matter what one reads--favorite authors, particular themes--as long as we read something. It is not even important to own the books.

War does have a way of interfering with one's most closely held desires.

For this feeling of wonder shows that you are a philosopher, since wonder is the only beginning of philosophy.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble and then not worth much after you get it.

We should venture on the study of every kind of animal without distaste; for each and all will reveal to us something natural and something beautiful.

Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.

Wrestling needs to be about the art form again. It needs to be about painting a picture and having a really good match.

Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.

I live for now, not for what happens after I die. I'm going to hell, not heaven. The devil has all the good gear. What's God got? The Inspiral Carpets and nuns.

Our actions are neither so good nor so evil as our impulses.

I regret the whole worlds that will never come into existence, the children, the grandchildren, all the human possibilities that never were and never will be.

When they start killing the men of ideas, you can be sure the Devil is laughing.