Loneliness is an emaciation of the spirit. -Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind

There reaches a time when it is betrayal for a woman to sleep with her husband.

That he had been born an artist—in all ways—a paragon of romantic torment out of the likes of some Brontë novel—has yet to make itselfknown to him. He watches himself unfold.

The day after the darkest hour is always the most beautiful.

... love for our neighbours does not die the minute we enter heaven, it intensifies.

All problems are illusions of the mind.

This is why some relationships look so beautiful and some look so tragic — beauty belongs to the thoughtful

There are two possible outcomes: if the result confirms the hypothesis, then you've made a measurement. If the result is contrary to the hypothesis, then you've made a discovery.

Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny, who is forever working a confidence trick on himself, needs an ally. Mine has been tobacco.

Rather than hearing from the city council president, you'd hear from sources all across the country.

To Stay Focused in Life: You can't know everyone You can't do everything You can't go everywhere We have to pick and choose between good and a little bit better.

Even now, and you can look at me, am I a savage person? My conscience is clear.

When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it stays split.

That wasn't good, that wasn't sportsmanship. I was amazed he took that shot.