For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth".

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.

Funny way to spend your life, though, studying another chap's versifying.

That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.

My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.

But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.

All scholars are a bit mad. All obsessions are dangerous.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

If you are not praying the type of prayers that scare you, your prayers are certainly not frightening our enemy.

People might say that they liked honesty, but they didn’t, really.

With every physical pain my moral fibre unravels a little.

Human sexuality has been regulated and shaped by men to serve men's needs.

The autobiographical self is built on the basis of past memories and memories of the plans that we have made; it's the lived past and the anticipated future.

The stomach is the teacher of the arts and the dispenser of invention.

Lack of knowledge is the source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted or fully active.

Just about every error has a technical and psychological component: get good at discovering those connections

Some friends, you only see them when the sun shines.. My fans sustained me even in dark days. I owe them everything.

A new model of heroic capitalism based on principle-driven, free-market entrepreneurship deserves a central place in business-ethics thought and action.