... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.

It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

It seems fine to revolt in front of all, but apologizing fro the same in a similar situation makes you feel smallIt is an irony! that's what I call..

I never know what to tell young people when they come here. It could never happen for anyone they way it happened for me. It was all an accident.

I enjoy every win that I have. Every win gives me satisfaction, because all the girls are competitive and the tour is so even and tough.

It's bad policy to speculate on what you'll do if a plan fails when you're trying to make a plan work.

A lot of the futuristic space stuff seemed to me to be a very cool form of science-fiction, so that was my first real baptism in the genre.

Here's to the drunken Marine With beer in his canteen! You've heard of the Unknown Soldier But, never an unknown Marine!

I never change, I simply become more myself.

Our greatest indulgence towards a man springs from our despair of him.

Comedies of manners swiftly become obsolete when there are no longer any manners.

Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.