Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

People ask me how am I doing in life instead of how hurt am I by the life.

Happy the man whom indulgent fortune allows to pay to virtue what he owes to nature, and to make a generous gift of what must otherwise be ravished from him by cruel necessity.

Though my own life is filled with activity, letters encourage momentary escape into other lives, and I come back to my own with greater contentment.

I remember my first year, I hit him with three good punches and couldn't believe he was still standing. He hit me with one and cracked my helmet. My head hurt for a week.

Whiskey don't make liars it just makes fools.

Nothing spiritual to write? Then have spiritual experiences.

I don't dare postulate about science, but I know that it takes both emotion and intellect in order for art to happen.

So I'm in my 51st year of playin' mostly nightclubs. I do some concerts.

Montefiore's impression of Jesus was wrong. Jesus loved the Pharisees, although He denounced them publicly. And I love the Communists, as well as their tools in the Church, although I denounce them.

Cultivate curiosity and strive to become a little wiser every day.