The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

We are our choices.

Before you come alive, life is nothing; it 's up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Who are you?All I see of you is the shape you leave behind. The world is an engine for logging your desires. In these days you don't have identity

If you've put a smile on someone's face today, you've done more good than you know.

If you have a problem, let it be because sometimes creating a solution can also create a problem

I've spent a long time giving people the benefit of the doubt, and I'm tired of it.

I am still learning - how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.

The sun is shining and the bird are singing what more could you ask for in a day!

You [Donald Trump] call yourself the King of Debt. You talk about leverage. You even at one time suggested that you would try to negotiate down the national debt of the United States.

Power gravitates to the man who knows how.

My notions of life are much the same as they are about traveling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road; but, after all, one wants to be at rest.

When somebody turned me on to a Coltrane record around seventh grade, I took up saxophone.