Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

You can see real attitude of man when he's terrified.

It would take a helluva man to replace no man at all.

I do mistakes. You do mistakes. Still we end up with a warm hug. That's you. That's me.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

Cats are absolute individuals, with their own ideas about everything, including the people they own.

The problem is, that no matter where you work there's going to be people that are so dumb you wonder how the hell they remember to breathe every morning.

How did they manage to raise their children in righteousness? The principles become part of their lives, and when it becomes part of their life, it isn't difficult to do.

There are only two types of motorists: the idiots who drive slower than me, and the lunatics who go faster.

Art pierces opaque subjectivity, the not seeing of conventional life, and discloses reality.

In order to be a writer, first you must become an alive dead spirit.