I do want an expensive honeymoon. Not because I'm extravagant, but because a honeymoon is a solemn, important thing ... a symbol. And it ought to be done -- well, adequately.

Your own mind is a sacred enclosure into which nothing harmful can enter except by your permission.

Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.

There can be no knowledge without emotion. We may be aware of a truth, yet until we have felt its force, it is not ours. To the cognition of the brain must be added the experience of the soul.

Its language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate.

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.

Worry is evidence of an ill-controlled brain; it is merely a stupid waste of time in unpleasantness.

It is easier to go down a hill than up, but the view is from the top.

The real Tragedy is the tragedy of the man who never in his life braces himself for his one supreme effort-he never stretches to his full capacity, never stands up to his full stature.

Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.

Falsehood often lurks upon the tongue of him, who, by self-praise, seeks to enhance his value in the eyes of others.

Making the attempt is what matters most.

All in all, it is a good life we are living, in a good world filled with good friends.

When I die I want to go to Vogue.

Prejudice locks the mind. Nothing can enter. Nothing true can escape.

a swell of gratitude and appreciation for his assistant, as opposed to the murderous rage he felt toward the rest of his staff

Everyone has influence. Use it wisely.

If you want to communicate, use the telephone

Jazz is like a big secret club. The mainstream media doesn't pay any attention to it, it's like 1 percent of the music market - no one cares. Why? Because the majority of jazz is old.

He who sends the storm steers the vessel.

The good old horse-and-buggy days: then you lived until you died and not until you were run over.