Everybody gets so much common information all day long that they lose their common sense.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness didn't know where to shop

Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.

A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.

You'll be old and you never lived, and you kind of feel silly to lie down and die and to never have lived, to have been a job chaser and never have lived.

You are all a lost generation.

America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.

Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.

What was the use of my having come from Oakland it was not natural to have come from there yes write about it if I like or anything if I like but not there, there is no there there.

That is what you are. That's what you all are...All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation.

In the light of love, I find the glory of God’s grace.

While information is the oxygen of the modern age, disinformation is the carbon monoxide that can poison generations.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?

A lot of people are looking for their soul mates. Along the way, it's nice to bump into some genital pals.

Republicans are living in a hermetically sealed Republican universe, just as Democrats are. And so they're responding to their own universe, even if it leads to electoral downfall.

When I got my first check I was thinking my mother and father didn't make this probably in their lifetime. It's real amazing that some of us are just blessed.

I like how glasses suggest intelligence instead of broken eyes.

I remember, growing up, if something big - God forbid - happened, the first jokes you heard on the subject came out of Jersey.

The Russians love Brooke Shields because her eyebrows remind them of Leonid Brezhnev.

Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, who so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility.