One of the things I dread about becoming an adult is that sooner or later you begin letting sentimentality get in the way of simple logic.

The soul, Daffy says, is not necessarily where the heart is.

Magic doesn’t work when you’re sad.

...I found my eyes repelled by hers as if they were the like poles of a pair of magnets.

Give Nature a vacuum and she will try to fill it. Give her localized pressure and she will try to disperse it. She is forever seeking a balance she can never achieve, never happy with what she's got.

You will manifest your sacred character when you connect to the Creator.

But they told me a man should be faithful, and walk when not able, and fight till the end but I'm only Human.

It's a long road. Setbacks don't actually matter.

Alcoholics never win but always do sin.

A whole generation of young whites have involved themselves with traditional Negro music.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

I love reading fiction about people who are connecting intellectually. I find that exhilarating.

It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship

We must die to become true human beings.