How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

We all need money, but there are degrees of desperation.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.

...We're a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Sanity is a handicap and liability if you're living in a mad world.

They say love is all about raging hormones. For me, it's mind's way of breaking through its self-imposed limitations in order to set the eternally ecstatic soul free.

The past, which as always did not know the future, acted in ways that ask tobe imagined before they are condemned. Or even simplified.

It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.

A man with an experience of God is never at the mercy of a man with an argument.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away.

Dogs may have kept us company on the hunt, but it was the cats who insisted we invent houses and discover fire.

Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.