All thinking men are atheists.

Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.

There isnt always an explanation for everything.

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again.""Hell, " I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?""Yes. I want to ruin you.""Good, " I said. "That's what I want too.

life will come to an end one moment in time.

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values

I consider myself to be very fortunate in my career, my timing has worked out.

Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?

My degrees are in anthropology, and I have friends who have worked with apes.

If we're interested in spiritual things, we gradually realize that what we really need is to understand this nature that seems to be a bottomless basket, because there is no peace in it.

Some say vegetarianism is an alternative diet, but it is the original diet, the plan designed by God.

I have to remember that for the most part people will see me for what I do, not what I say I do.

More than accepted, it's encouraged for rock stars to be out of control.

Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul