“He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.”

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself

To be able to forget means sanity.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.

There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapoint­ments.

Age is never so old as youth would measure it.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

Our country’s national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.

The storm hit with all the fury of a woman who’d been dieting for six months, only to discover she’d gained four pounds.

Our greatest furies spring from events which violate our sense of the ground of our existence.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.

What you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority.

Fury spends itself pretty quickly when there’s no fury facing it.