What Can I Tell You about Myself which You Have Not Already Found Out from Those Who Do Not Lie?

Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones.

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.

Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones

Strawberry fields forever

Strawberry Fields is anywhere you want to go

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.

We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.

You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are!

The beauty of traveling solo is that you wonder unexpectedly, but almost certainly into the direction you were meant to go.

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.

What matters most with any regimen, whether it's to lose weight or stop drinking or smoking, is your willingness to seek help and your desire to say 'no more.

The pagan gods are not dead, but can return to topple science with superstition and modern man with besti*l pleasures that pre-date civilisation.

I would travel only by horse, if I had the choice.

Dr Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.

There are two kinds of doubt: one that fully lives into the questions, and one that uses the questions as weapons against fully living.

Conservatism defends those coercive arrangements which a still-lingering savageness makes requisite. Radicalism endeavours to realize a state more in harmony with the character of the ideal man.

I had a friend, and we always used to pretend to be twins. We had this fantasy about going to Hollywood together. We were about four.

One of the main purpose of art has ever been that of making its indispensable contribution to the growth of entropy of the universal stupidity.