Honesty is a selfish virtue. Yes I am honest enough.

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.

Happiness is the primary goal of human existence.

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don’t need to your imagination

Dare yourself to make something great out of the things you have always seen as your limitations in life.

If you wake up in the morning with a great sense of the things that have to be done in the day in order to get through to the next day, you lose the sense of the day as any kind of end in itself.

The issue isn't what you're struggling with, it's how you deal with what you're struggling with

The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution.

Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed?" she jeered. "Jokes? No,no, these are manners," replied Dumbledore.

Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.

As much time as you put into it, that's what your achievements are going to be when you come out of it.

But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.