Suppose you ask God for a miracle and God says yes, very well. How do you live the rest of your life?

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.

The glory of fame isn't in having so many people know you, but in having so many people know you care. Otherwise, it's like being drawn to a fire to find no warmth.

Your heart desire will come, but when it comes, you desire for another, and when it comes again, you still aspire for another, that shows your level of ingratitude.

The essence of tyranny is not iron law. It is capricious law.

Ive been really clear that my first job as leader of the Labour Party and co-leader of the labour movement is to engage with our base.

I'm constantly revising and updating a piece until it's finally recorded. Once it's recorded, then it's over.

Bad leadership during the past years has cast on our Party the shadow of great and grave burdens.

Sometimes, he thought, all you could do was wait.

The chief attraction of military service has consisted and will consist in this compulsory and irreproachable idleness.

Habit had made the custom.