Richard's bookshelves weren't alphabetized. He never had time to alphabetize them. He was always too busy- looking for books he couldn't find.

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.

Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

Probably human cruelty is fixed and eternal. Only styles change.

My life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.

When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.

Love is blind; but it makes you see the blind man; teetering on the roadside . . .

Every 10 years you're a different person, and the really great books evolve with you as you get older. They're full of new rewards.

If you want to do something that really changes someone’s life, the best thing you can do is make the person you’re trying to help a participant in the process.

Oh, I simply can’t think. When I really want to depress myself, I think of all the brilliant men I know, married to their stupid wives. Enough to break your heart, it really is

I think there would be no shortage of applicants to the government astronaut corps to be settlers on the planet Mars. And I think this would be very inspiring.

or those who have one, please use your voice. So many of us don't have that ability.

Heaven sends down its good and evil symbols and wise men act accordingly.

Nothing is so obvious that it's obvious.

Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

You can't reward people who don't want to work with more money than they would make while they were working.

I have begun in old age to understand...that we seldom if ever realize how generous we are to ourselves, and just how stingy with others.

My sorrow is my castle.