The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust

I have been loved, " she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.

To think is to be sick...

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
 I have good intentions, but when a match strikes, fire follows.

...the greater objective (representative) perfection there is in our idea of a thing, the greater also must be the perfection of its cause.

Come now and let us reason together.

It is a fight and struggle to just be yourself.

Too much of our lives corresponds to the 'lost-wallet' theory of life. You lose something, spend a long time finding it, and then feel grateful to be back where you started.

My radio show, I'd show up, I'd read the data, and I would have sound bites and stuff like that.

I remind myself of Einstein's remark that common sense is nothing but a collection of misconceptions acquired by age 18.

My music is in young people's lives because it's so much a part of their parents' lives.

Analogy is even slipperier than logic.

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?