We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.
Enthusiasm is the most important thing in life.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
Success and failure are equally disastrous.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
For time is the longest distance between two places.
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.
Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
All good art is an indiscretion.
All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
If I am no longer disturbed myself, I will deal less with disturbed people, but I don't regret having concerned myself with them because I think most of us are disturbed.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
To be free is to have achieved your life.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.
Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.