Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

What will survive of us is love.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

Things are tougher than we are, just As earth will always respond However we mess it about.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

People in the midst of losing their patience are certainly experiencing as aspect of dukkha.

Some friends are like sunny days, with false flames, oozing from afar, coming near without a dime.

Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

Loyalty is what we seek in friendship.

My ministry's always been one of social activism. I think a responsible minister must be at some levels involved in the social order.

I wish that the arts were better supported, and you can't say that enough times, but I also believe that whatever happens, artists will keep going.

You make me feel like a natural man

You can make a good living from soothsaying but not from truthsaying.

The midlife crisis you're having at 30 is indulgent, but the midlife crisis you have at 45 is to an extent thrust upon you.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.